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