Millersdale

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