when i am gone

when i am gone

there will be no words

to gutter gather

for a prologue

any remaining clay  

insufficient

to mould into hope

fluid change

will lap against a dam;

immovable

nothing will shift

when i am gone

if there is a return

it will be hidden

recognition hewn

from soft shadowed sleep

from memories looped and lulled

from the fluff and forgetting of dreams

when i am gone