Ember Letters
I keep your words in ash and glow,
unfinished sentences of flame;
they warm the room I used to know
and spell, again, your quiet name.
Some letters die. Some letters stay—
a coal that will not cool away.
I keep your words in ash and glow,
unfinished sentences of flame;
they warm the room I used to know
and spell, again, your quiet name.
Some letters die. Some letters stay—
a coal that will not cool away.