Grieving for the undead, what was newness hardens into relics beaten by time’s winds until renewed. Broken man shiny reborn healed slowly. Moths dance around a dust-covered soul, flitting in and out alive of dead embers. Fumes of roses withered sting eyes that no longer see blue rainbow sky. A bookmark in a red heart left turned blue turned black. You are not here and still you diamond cut my granite self. Your voice and laughter molasses in my ear. Hardened, I hear nothing but blood seeping from my marrow. You are gone. Where there was life, now water. This will do. Life’s breath in place of death.