It comes back hard, in flashes now
Those memories of who we were
Sparks and hints of when and how
That now, are just a blur
On gray days, when the ashes flit
Stirring across my mind
I catch my breath and my heart lifts
Caught in those ties that bind
Raging embers that suppled me
Have hardened in your wake
Extinguished by your passing
And the absence of your face
Remembering the me I was
Reflected in your eyes
Smoldering under graying skies
When death brought your goodbye
Outlines of our history rise
Like the flames of yesterday
I’m free to remove my disguise
Escaping from the fray
Those parts of me, replaceable
As I mask what I have lost
The pathway back, untraceable
As I prepare for the frost
Frozen here, by the lack of fire
That you kept ablaze and alive
That part of me has been retired
That day, a part of me (too) died
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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