Ashes

Dasim

You touched few lives

during your journey.

I do not remember

Your eyes or your mouth.

Ashes, your face is ashes.

Not many left behind

to laugh at a joke you might have told

or recall a song

you ever sung.

Ashes, your voice is ashes.

And now your timid

almost apologetic disappearance

robbed you of your last chance

for greatness and drama.

Ashes, your life is ashes.

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