Working to build
a new life
for myself
I find
like ancient people
I search
among the ruins
for stones
that can still be used
salvaged
to create something new
lasting
solid.

In turning over debris
I found
so many memories of you
unbroken or damaged
still bright
and hopefull
and sat down to weep.

Even if I turn away now
you will haunt me.
Even if you understood
the changes and upsets
and horrors I've been through
I would have little hope
you would care.

I'll find the stones
to build again
and secretly pray
that under some forgotten shard
still lies the golden key
that opens the way back
to you
your voice
your smile
your tender touch.

I may never find it
but even so
I'll set these memories
aside in reverance
to treasure if the nights are cold
in this empty place
I'll build alone