I wrote this in October of 2016, about my now ex wife whom I was separated from when this was written. It's one of the few pieces I've written since 2008.
Lead me away this growing silence, left without a care to nurse, a heart to set aflame, a love to drain. I enter the coma, all I've loved ungrasping from stilled hands, hands that no longer feel to live, to caress a heart turned to glass shattered to shards on the floor. All the lifeblood within soaked into the rotted splintered hardwood below, as seeming to fill the cracks in my own heart, an old, ashen hearth wherest my own fire once burned for life, now left to the bitter aroma of woods