Marianas Trench

It’s the way you hide

In the fire of a wood burning stove

All your passion’s laughter

Fall inside an ember

Trying to make a memory

With no recourse or action

Failing to remember, no recollection after

What it’s like to be alone

The sound of church bells ringing

And a light that slowly fades

To dream about you in later days

Waiting for that, which cannot stay

Never and far away

©️ The Sad Owl