Waiting
poems
- The news came over you
- the way winter
- does, like a wave crawling
- up your spine,
- every goosebump a sign
- that the story
- you lived by would soon
- come to its
- end. The fire warming
- your heart makes
- way for the embers
- and ashes,
- for all that’s left, black
- scars and burn
- marks, a house without
- a roof, memories
- forever frozen
- in place. You’ll
- Know he’s gone when
- the silence
- settles like
- dust.