ready 2 let this go

let the funeral bells

ring,

the procession

is to begin

the echo of sadness

drags us

trapped in a light

dust will settle

set our hands

in on the ground

dead like a cemetery

stone

moss sinking in 

creeping up

the sides,

too close to the fire

   I can feel the heat

   in my ribs

in my fingers

surrounding 

          my frozen heart