I write

I write to write

Of those scenes

That beg to be told

I write to write

To emote

Feel and echo; 

To pinch, perceive and believe

That happy smile;

Ages ago

To remember

Those days; not sunny though

But warmth left

Much like coal of a fire dying

I write

To remind

That reflection there

On the glassy wall

That its time to go

To realise what has been left

By the inferno

I write; perhaps just to write.