I woke up today only to find ash in the web.
The soot from a falling sky, dusting “what once was” on a world in slumber.
The faint aroma of shampoo and cigarettes and willful arrogance wafting through the acrid air.
The silence accosting me like that after a snowfall, muted, tender…agnostic to its effect.
It would be simple, almost a comfort, to ease myself into a warm bath of bitterness and apathy, my longest held companions, but I will fight the fading of my heart.
I will embrace this passing, lean into this high speed collision.
Understanding, in my waning years, that a cold bed still rewards with a sleep that the unforgiving ground does not.
That a web of ash, has still caught something…ghosts of embers.