running deeper into the woods
to the derelict cabin
first lighting a fag
then lighting a match
now to a can
full of photographs of...
it's been long enough
to keep
they burn in silence
in solace
and to leave them to reduce to particles
that i would not recognize
speeding out of the density of foliage
this sea of green
the hue makes me sane
as dark colors me

at home
at the doorstep
i reach and find
gray dust
ash!
and slowly as i open the door
i see more
up the stairs there are more
and on my bed
just you.