Memory

Memory in an empty house 

with hidden dust, all alone 

A silhouette is still standing 

burned into the wind, a voice gone 

At last they realize, they are ruined; 

startled, scraped away, the last one 

The skeletons are waiting 

Left to the lonely emptiness 

Tick-tock, time to clean, 

clean away the burned. 

Flushed and brushed away paranoia, 

a frenzy, silence recognized. 

Let out a hissing sigh, so at last 

when the time comes, tick-tock 

for peace, and gentle falling rain 

Memory is a sigh, a sound, a face