Ashes to ashes…

 

Contents of a wooden box,

waiting patiently until love can let go.

 

Dreaming of the wind,

A vague recollection of leaves

dancing in time to the sound of musical chimes.

Distant memories of hair blowing wildly

against the skin of a cheek.

Caresses of a warm breeze

echoing in a half lost memory.

 

Final remnants of unconditional love

suspended in time, until acceptance settles,

enabling the strength to scatter lost hopes

and dreams.

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