Dirt

I remember
you by
the souvenirs
you left
the weight
in my pocket
thick as mud
I smear it on
my chest

the scent of loss
it lingers

in

the

dirt

that's

slipping

through

my

fingers

but not for long

you don't know
the hands
that hold
your head
no longer you
or yours

stolen time
it's not a gift
to heavy
hurt
someone
so strong.