Ashes

 Today it is the memory

  of dust and ashes.

Gone are the faces,

  gone the smudge.

Yet grief does reside,

  the letting go, hard.

We are still dust,

  and to dust return.

Mystery of ages,

  design of the universe.

Captured in stars,

  in every flake falling.

We are flung out,

  not close and touching.

We're sorry for 

  the distance we made.

And how we don't

  dare to touch one another.