The Passing

 Hollow, your smile

I etched a breath.

I swallowed your knife

Bent into grin

Loomed in your light

The candle rounds,

I burn colors for you

On barren ground.

My sullied grave

This wetten dawn,

Soil script my letters

I saw you in the Fall.

We set under trees

I spoke my message

You said words unspoken

We greet as one in our passing.