if you dig
through the ashes
sift ever deeper
into the embers
of who
i used to be

it is less
than you would
hope
or imagine

mix
my blood
my sweat
my remaining tears
into the ash
paint a masterpiece
to
remember me by

then let the ash
blow
into the wind

i
was
a lot of things
but
the best
was when
i was yours