when you realize it is
torn to shreds fine pieces that
curl and float nothing hurts as they
flick and bounce around you landing
for a moment as you blow them away
these ashes of the past remnants burnt solids
all that is left but you nestle among them and
make a soft empty nest surrounded by the
vastness of loss from which there is
no return
no sound
only silence
©Karen Casady 2018
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