Grains of parted ways
Rusted antiques in the corner
Dusty staircase and corridors..
Is it possible to have a little wind
To kill some erupting memories
Or is it okay to have them flaming ..
I picture them standing
Gazing at each other
Not holding hands..
4 thoughts on “Charcoal”
Wow. Fabulous stuff. Poetry appeared in cinematic flashes as i read through . Try writing more on this theme. Maybe continue this piece itself