parting ways
Jan 13, 2024
in the end
we are just
smoldering ashes
wrapped in the smell
of incense and flowers
people bring
a few bones
whole and stubborn
see of the flames
and smoke
the stars watch
silent
a wind picks up
drying
the tears that escape
we leave
careful
to shut the creaking gate
as softly as we can
the dead
do not like to be disturbed
their peace hard earned
we part ways
at the bridge
which sheltered us
as we fished
and watched over us
as we swam
we part ways
in familiar waters
