we’re left as embers and ashes.

i spread all the remnants of you

out on the table,

a pile of memorabilia from another life,

years of photos and letters

scattered within

a tangle of wasted breaths

and words unspoken

ink-stained moments

are all that’s left

of a love that once

burned through the night

– ashley jane

garden of heartache.

wilted,

like funeral roses,

black and crumbling

from the weight of your ghost

they sit in stagnant denial,

thoughts swirling

and dreams drowning

in their desolation,

petals plucked

and seeds strewn

perhaps,

they’ll create

a garden of heartache

for all the lonely people

to water

– ashley jane