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.