of silences
i traded –
(let me in)
crimson places
fallen
i recall
days beyond what mattered
before i knew to know
the echo of my
voice
upon the snow
of breath
i still remember
(let me in)
memories forsaken now
as whispers
to the wind
of names
and places
someone may have tethered
to my heart
seems now the page
is empty
save for this –
(let me in)

. . .