Slowly crumbling down.

But I don’t care.

Door is shut. ...

I’ll miss your smears,

Colors,

Lies. ...

Sometimes she looks tough.

Even harsh, and

Threatening. ...

“That day…”

A Sunday morning,

Windy and warm. ...

I may be rusty,

But still around.

There’s work to do, ...

Signs,

Helping navigate,

Through life. ...

Even a few,

Small,

Obscure flowers, ...

So many paths.

To reach me.

A lifetime, ...

Spring will come again.

Flowers blooming.

Sunny skies. ...

Yesterday’s flames,

Continue to warm.

Today’s ashes, ...

On the surface.

Floating.

Surrounded, ...

It’s hazy today.

And you still look beautiful.

Don’t let your leaves fall. ...

Would I understand,

And embrace,

Emotions hard to see, ...

Expressionless and grey.

Hard as rock.

Without a smile, ...

He loved when roosters,

Sang at sunrise.

The memory of his smile, ...

Life’s imprints,

Smeared everywhere.

Holes, ...

Gliding along unfelt,

Like blood through veins.

Turbulence, ...

Looking up,

I see darkness, and

Hardness. ...

The core is dark.

Decay has begun.

Still, ...

Sometimes it burns inside,

But I can’t feel.

A part well known. ...