It came as no surprise to find ashes

packed in the spaces behind the walls we tore down

ashes and bones that greeted us as old friends

Boy have we got a story to tell you

Left behind in the sanatorium 

to search for whatever way out the rest of you found

lighting little fires here and there to keep ourselves warm

As night pressed in on windows warped by time

those visions played across light dancing with the dust motes

flickering as we lit more fires—

the smoke made the whole thing feel somehow mysterious

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Happy 30th Anniversary to my Mom and Dad!

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