Broken boy reduced to think
there is nothing new to dream.
Promises are effigies
set aside to burn.
What is left but memories?
Ash and teeth and bone.

Broken girl refused to see
there is something to redeem.
Promises, effortlessly,
set aside – returned.
What is left after you leave?
Earth and sea and stone.

We counted on our fingers
and buried with our hands.
The line of white still lingers
from the loss of silver bands.

Casting out our demons
and cancelling our plans.
My line of site, your reasons,
and the loss of silver bands.

A home from potter’s earth.
Ironless; formed from dirt.
What we are, not what we were.
What remained after we burned.

A heart within the ground.
Nothing left; buried down.
What was lost cannot be found.
What remains is underground.