The fragile ash remains. It holds the shape of what was.
Shake it, the form breaks and is forgotten.
Or just leave it to gravity
To bring it down.
Tim sold his business, retired to write and discovered that wasn’t very retired at all. He ghost blogs, writes poetry, nonfiction and an occasional magazine piece. He loves writing and wishes he had not waited decades to pick up the pen. Send emails to email@example.com and visit www.imaginiscent.net