While sitting by the angry bay
The tide came in and died away
With emerald, turquoise, royal blue
Seemed not much more that it could do

I couldn't hear a whistling wind
Or smell the dying leaves again
Once childish laugher a murmur
Perfume on my pillow ever further

I'd forgotten that name was real
Because it seemed a stranger here
I scattered and lost the pictures
Of years between the years

With my tears' consent I remembered
That quietly smoldering ember
Hazel and chocolate and warmth
My freezing hands near the hearth

Fire flooded the old vacant spaces

Ones I never knew remained places

Burned all to ash the empty halls

And made to dust the foolish walls

Eyes cursed with the gift of sight
Pale and distant, no longer bright
Never again to gaze upon familiar

But memories forever to linger