TIRED WINGS?

We spent shared lifetimes
in lovetary confinements
gave much away to all another

are we now empty with naught
for our unsuspecting successors

burnt fingers
dying embers
periodically prick
to sustain my chosen unforgetfulness

does the charred remains
of a shared abode
poke you into self-pity

succumb not to the dehumanising
allure of erasure and unmemory

live.
in the past
in the present

live.

© March 2015