Life a shell
Of what it wants to be
It's too late now
It's gone, I can't see.

Sand is slippery like that
Through a tremor
Of an hourglass
Through a trigger
Of a memory, passed

Repeat on cue:
One more day
Then after two
I can't stay

Green giant hand raised
Towards the heavens.
Claws of seaweed,
Pine,
Olive,

Soon to fade into autumn
Auburn,
Burgundy,
Vermillion,
Amber,

Then shed its template
Flake by flake until
Naked; pure
Black against
Snow.

Headstone upon
Life itself.
Root grave. Branch bones.
Skeleton of an
Angel.

Walk the edge
A tightrope.
Steady.
Building to building
Moment to moment
Pen to paper

Commit me to forgetting
Forcing is the the same as letting
Last time I checked
You were some gold flecked
Feather
And together
We staggered down the tightrope

This all was a way to hope
Melted candle now.
Steady.