I’ve been busy recently.
Well, in a sense, anyway.
Cracked open the suitcase of my ribs
and started unpacking. Removed
every trace of the man I once was
and took a vow of silence.
I never learned how to stay in contact
with the ones I love,
remember scrapping thank-you letters
because the right words proved too elusive.
Forgive me, I’ve left you with nothing but ashes.
After embracing alienation,
when every trace of this vessel
has faded from memory,
what will remain, then?