Dust To Dust


By Guest Author Vol Lindsey
I have said before
that my brain
has a mind of its own,
and I had no reason
to lie.
But there you were
with all that mass
confusion pressed
into my chest
so I could hear for
myself the drum
of your beat.

There you were
with a white teeth
smile and spotlight
eyes looking right
through me,
holding judgment
in your fist but
not saying a word.
So I’ve waited a long time
for the dust to settle
into the gyri where
your memory hangs out
these days with the
flowers that are the
ashes you left behind
to give me one more
thing to think about.

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