Ashes

The moment I leave is

the moment you come back

But you're unaware of what is lost,

what's been flushed away with the past

what's been painted by taint

and colored by black

and the fact that you're not coming back at all

because there's nothing to return to

you're trying to defibrillate a body cold as stone

stiff as charred wood, that snaps in your hands

leaving them dark and staining them that hideous, frigid color

 

a cigarette left to burn out, and now you reach for a drag

burning only filter and coughing up the taste

 

throwing a log into a pile of ashes, hoping it to catch

hoping it to rekindle a long, long lost flame

 

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