You Asked**

You asked, who are you?
A question I’ve been contemplating lately.
Often the answer alludes me
as the tin man inside
looks for a heart
and sees only the emptiness
I didn’t want to find.
~~~
Sometimes I wonder
what is this smoke and ashes existence
and why do I feel
this cold wind rush through me,
steal my words,
my resistance of pain.
Or allow this river wash over me
removing these memories of you,
your touch
and warm embrace.
~~~
You asked, who are you?
I no longer know.

Aztec Warrior 2.5.16