A dance of ash gray hair
And he, gone,
Flares to remembrance
Discarded matchsticks litter my bedside table
Until, struck, a spark
Curves into existence
And all you’ve been
Dies again
Smoke’s murmuration
I sweep the memory aside
As the stranger untangles into the nothingness
A refrain of repentance
Thick as prayer on my lips
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