Deadlines for Writers. 12 Poems in 12 Months – February– Prompt: Cinquain

This love.
It is lost now.
It lingers as a flame,
That burnt far more than it lit up.
Red raw.

Life moves,
Away from you.
It’s for the best I know.
That wasted time I won’t get back.
Now gone.

And still,
I can’t let go.
It eats me up inside.
The hate consumes, the anger eats.
Within.

Deep breaths,
I must not fall.
I must remind myself,
I am better than this. Deep down.
I must…

This Love.
It was there once.
It took more than it gave.
Now gone, but never forgotten.
So long.