my namesake
by intent?
no, no

did you see them from the cracks in the walls
the fire that laced your words
extinguished
to be held by another

for how can we complain?
your soul, woven from tulle
into a tippet we use to shield ourselves
or perhaps a veil

yet a veil from the other side
showing us the things we can’t see
and rendering us blind
to those we can