Burning
For you, the one I hardly knew…
I once heard about a Chinese ritual, of burning that which you
want the dead you loved to take with them:
I want to set fire to every scrap of paper; every scrawled poem
I gave you & you gave me.
I don’t believe they will ever reach you,
only that
ritual contains more meaning than truth
can retain.
Yet still I don’t dare
let the words we shared disappear.