I've been the one who from time
To time has left a reminder that
Might never unwind. A memory
That perhaps never quite ceases

I'd hope it was good but if this is
What's left, well what can it mean
If it won't solve itself. What can it
Mean to be unforgotten?

A time seared by but not for me
A past that will never let go. To leave
This much behind without leaving
Anything, it seems is gone, is left

These haystacks and ashes encounter
Meet them in part of so many lives
Like clouds passing rainless the pain is
Just a way of life now that it's over

4/20/20 6:00 PM