Walls

The walls
Won’t answer
When I ask
In whispered
Supplication
Why you had
To leave me
with the Perseids
In this cathedral
Of grief
Where the dust
Is still made of
Your skin
And the days
Melt away
Like your
Flesh from
The bone.

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