Nothing Left
Nothing LeftNothing left, nothing to hide-
in the cold ash where fire
once lived cinders remain
as silent reminders of who
you were to me--my fingers
linger over rough surfaces,
gray tattoos of you ghost
their tips but fade with wear.
I would rise to gather wood
but the ash tombstone of us
draws me close as lover's arms
and I chill too long before this
monument of unkindleable hope,
another outcast cast out.