He’s not here
The bright eyed
Rosy cheeked
Little boy
With black hair
And
A face that knew
Nothing
But love and laughter
I look
Deeper and deeper
Into the looking glass
He’s nowhere to be
Found
Gone forever
Lost to
Time
Or so I believe
Because of the face
That stares back at me
Gray
Burnt
Worn
With eyes that glow dim
Their light extinguished
By the weight of
Knowledge
Desire
And
Time
I can still feel him
Somewhere
Lingering in
My mind’s eye
Forever dreaming
Pretending
Wishing
Hoping
I hope
I wish
He’d come back
Breathe new life into me
Restore my view
Of everything
Help me
Believe
Again
He is as far
And as close
As the reflection before me
Yet I will never see him again
That sweet boy
Like flowers in Spring
Instead
All I see are
Ashes
Gray
Burnt
Worn
Ashes
I close my eyes
Can’t bear to look at me
Not now
Not this
Time
And I tell myself
The only thing I can
It’s okay
We all fall down

Poetry

Ashes

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