in the ruins

“Rustic Door” ~elljay: Lisa Johnson/ (pixabay)

snakes,
worms,
something grey and black and twisting,
memories of you fade to these
my stomach churns to think
surely there are others,
now unreachable
i cannot find you
except amongst childhoodʻs rubble
dreamsʻ dusty remnants
faded threads caught amongst the dying weeds
once, i saw angelʻs wings
but truth has torn them from you
and me

i would paint you in rainbows
but you tore them down
before you left