Borne

Borne

Cold wrapped memories of warm flesh

loosely composed words with dreams enmesh

now lost to brittle pages of who you were

as they all turned around and left you there

fading away with a single breath of air

and a lasting image of the bluest sky.

But nothing wasted as your learned to fly

with a life that will no longer crave

standing alone looking at your own grave.

 

H.O. 9/9/14