The memories
they took me down
into the dark
just another cellar
of a dead heart
and I listened
intently but your
voice was quiet
Muted, the flame
extinguished
the embers cold
Touching your hands
they took me down
into the dark
and the deep, damp
mossy ground
where your bones lay
still
dreaming quietly
Muted, your heart that had cried
held no warmth
My futile tears
they took me down
into the dark
a sense of belonging
creeping up
along my spine and
soul
waiting for the
moment your fire
burst from your
heart, burning wildly
in memory
For my stepfather and for M.