fragments of dust

You told me our
time was over.
You needed space
to find yourself.

I burned your letter
in the ashtray
the one you never
let me use.
Then when it cooled
I ground the
ashes into dust.
staining my hands grey.

In the end
you left your mark
on my hands.
The letter destroyed
the anger released.
but I still cannot
remove you
from my heart

I see you in the music we loved
i hear your laugh
like wind-chimes in the wind
Sometimes from behind
I see you walking
in front of me.
But it is only someone
who has your figure