Maybe old emotions <br />are not like ashes, <br />but more like embers, <br />still pulsating with fire <br />and energy. <br /> <br />Once they were towering, <br />like loblolly pine trees <br />or 100 year-old oaks, <br />too high to scale. <br /> <br />Now they lie smouldering <br />in the hearth of my heart <br />cooling, dying, <br />but still emanating heat. <br /> <br />They self-ignite <br />on cold, rainy nights, <br />when in the chill <br />and loneliness, <br />I dial your number <br />and talk and laugh with you <br />until midnight.<br /><br />Sonny Rainshine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/late-night-phone-call/
