Poem: Remains


It’s all embers now,
all ash and breath
and nothing else left.
I mourn for memories
I haven’t even lost
as I fall to sleep
in the growing grass
little shoots making themselves known
in the dirt and ruin
at our feet,
soon covered over and washed away
waves roll in and out
between full moons,
broken sunshine
cloudy skies and aching hearts.
Watch until it’s all gone
not a trace,
not even remains.


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