"Each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor."
~Edgar Allen Poe~
Sometimes we know things are over but it takes us a while before we are willing to move on. We linger and loiter and look around- making sure it's really a done deal.
By the time we are completely ready, no embers remain. We have usually worn the fire completely out before we will step away and stop trying to make it keep us warm.
I open to the possibility of change.
