Simmer
I still love you,
but not in the same way.
It has dimmed.
Before my love for you was like a blazing fire,
now it’s just embers,
waiting to slowly extinguish on its own,
or have you come along and reignite the flames.
But darling,
I don’t know how long I can simmer.
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