To follow cemented roles
And fill the passage tightly
Brings forth hollow memories.

Affixed in your shallow holes,
I notice you stepped lightly
Through the smouldering embers.

What is found in dying coals
Too deterred to burn brightly
But a warmth not remembered?

Now this trail the frost controls.
One paved, no doubt, contritely
By ambition dismembered.

It sulks here between the elements.
Why didn't you turn around?