A picture of you
I can fall so deep,
by a picture
from before
I can sink like a stone…
You…
I carry you again, holding you
in my arms…
though hopelessly empty they are.
Do I write about you…
over lines and letters,
my tears are falling
and the words are drowning.
Tell me … will it end,
pain
in ashes burned,
will they ever fade?
