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
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