Dust and Feathers

Dust and Feathers

Days have gone by

since we scattered your ashes

but time hasn't healed where you sat,

then flew off 

I walk outside, watch as wind blows

dust and feathers in circles, 

swirling them away, then back 

towards my feet.  These tiny particles 

press to my skin;

 I'm just dirty now.

You were supposed to have gone, 

but you're tucked down deep 

where I feel but can no longer see you.

Oh Heaven, where do you hide?

Close as a secret hidden 

 inside my pores, 

as close as a father's last breath-