Dust to Dust: Poetry


For a while, 
He haunted my dreams

I'd played the Fool
for too many Seasons,
grieving for a person
I fell in love with
Once Upon a Time

Solitary,
I stood by the Great Ocean
speaking the language
my Heart remembered
from a Time lived before

So that He becomes
as dust to me
and the wind blows
even the memory away.


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