I can’t seem to write anything else but this:


 How long has it been?
 I can’t remember.
 I’m beginning to forget.
 Forgetting is best, its part of the past.

What use is it to dwindle
On the twinkle of the fire
That blazed through nights,
Through wind and rain.

It lit the room,
a hope outside the windowpane
The house, the fire burned to ashes.
The wind scattered them across the land.

I can hear the remnants in the distance,
Howling through the dark corners of my mind
Fainter with time.
I’m beginning to forget about the ashes the wind blew away.

– Casper