Dear one,

Dying embers flicker and glow.

She stares at them for hours.

Waiting for the last one to lose

Its willingness to live.

Brevity is the soul of wit.

Stated by a man

Who never had a trace of,

And was stabbed behind a curtain.

Remember when you loved me?

Time went easier then.

Ambling by without a trace

Without a line on your face.

Rows of bright white marble

Stretch across green fields.

Like teeth in a gaping maw.

Devouring what’s left.

Blaming, bursting,

Crying, wasting.

Like Orpheus, I am trying.

Eurydice, do you follow?

Like Adonis you yourself.

So soon the thread was cut.

Maybe one day an anemone

Will spring forth from this place.

Nyx has come.

The embers dead.

Light so short only reminds

The time I’ve spent with you.