Black ink and sunbeams poetry

Severance, gilded,

a silver string, your anchor

to the city of trees,

her life, hollowed out and

lost to the wasting sickness

moves you once more to exile,

the riverside, desiccated,

becomes a footprint, her memory,

clutched tightly in the moonlight to

your chest,

packed down with grief,

unblinking,

a patchwork requiem for better

days