ember tracks:

I would come home close,

ask you to fill my cup.

A million embers, tiny feet.

Running down my throat.

You said a fire in your belly

its good for the cold.

The hearth it guides the ghost.

I’m like a walking corpse.

Bitter blossoms line the tomb.

Dreams heavier than lead.

Felt a warm December breeze

rustled the last remaining leaves.

A few come loose and lazily drift.

Tonight the moon is a unique shade,

I wonder if that’s what guides me.

I can still visit the memory.

Warmth licking the back of my neck.

A moment in time you step outside of.

When you try to capture it, it’s only ash.

The ink may be red but it’ll never run like blood.

Just like a firefly clinging to the inside of a jar.

Your actions expose your truth.

All the lace in the world and you used it to hang.