Ash

When she came back she said I looked

like a marble tomb covered in ash

hiding the skeletal remains – post apocalypse

everything about me was muted; grey

in layers of dark to light (or was it light to dark)

She said she had wanted to return

to the sound of green; to where she

could breathe in her surroundings

where glades became a dancing floor

I knew she’d come back

wipe my deadness away

and carry me home.