And so everything fell upon me
Cascading indefinitely
But in a sense
I felt it cement my place in it all, my resolve
I opened up
And bloomed from a house
That is no longer mine to behold
One residence wrapped in ivy.
End terrace life, tilting slightly.
The shape of grief is condensed between
The glazing that framed every scene
Immense and excellent mess
That was floating wild free
It's no golden age, or golden longing.
Just iron cast, monolithic
Reminders of the lack of a tether
As light as the days were alive
The open fire
The flames of creation
The flames of a lessening dread