A state of waste,
And edgy decay,
Laying silently
Nowhere near dismay

Burned to ashes,
And laid to rest—
As rain warmly welcomed
The emptiness beneath my breast

The sun does not yield
To rise so far above—
It shines and smiles;
Building upon my love

Like flowers that dance,
Memory swings on a single thread
Teasing me defiantly—
Threatening to jump off the edge

A fire lies below
And clouds dot the sky—
I rekindle the images
By smiling and looking up high

Strength is carried on the wings
Of the dark and the feared;
A single flight for the one
No longer amidst the near

Misery travels undercover,
Beneath the ashes of the wake—
Strangled by the winding path;
And those meetings we no longer make

The wind solemnly blows;
Lost in a blissful melancholy
Stranded in a desert,
But existing right before me

Leaves swirl to and fro
They land and make a vivid painting—
One that spells out your name;
Perfectly—without contemplating

With everything around me,
I’m able to remember your face—
Your scent and your wizened words;
For old—new will never replace

I wrote this for my Grandmother. May she Rest in peace.