Oct 22, 2014 00:09
I can smell you in burnt matches,
I can taste you in the flame.
Even though time lost your name.
Memory shard;
Dream starred,
Ember of the mind-wind's whim.
Space and time,
Ghosts of rhyme,
But ever of the flame.
K.
writings,
grief,
writing,
life stuff,
poe-try