26.09.11

Our embers rest,
For now content,
And not to be extinguished.

Their place reserved:
A blind spot, quiet.
They sigh to be reminded.

Confronts them, though,
In moments closed:
Benign and weightless memory.

Our ashes try,
resynthesise,
their light not yet diminished.

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