Through wooded fog
fades the day, abandoned to the grey,
lost road, lost home – belonging to no one
Pictures found upon a mantle, dust and charcoal,
photos framed in rusty metal,
sepia shadows, a broken mirror
Collections of rocks and bones,
letters and sealing wax,
china cups, stained and cracked
Musty pages of paperbacks,
remnants of a life long ago.
Memories, pressed flowers of fading bells,
little relics, loved
so well