I need to bury and walk away
In the aftermath of an electric storm
White, fuzzy, slow memory
Grey ash on tongue from
The burned words of a lost year
There is no resurrection
Only nostalgic desire
As faded memories caress
Like ghost butterflies
Turning turning to dust
A funeral and burial
Walking away feeling light on my face
Today is the truth,
Yesterday an empty memory
A fallen star, a forgotten dream
A passing friend passes
Barely there and now gone
There is no resurrection.
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