The Blood & The Bones

I placed my feet where yours had stood

grazing the walls of places you’d pressed your back against

but of course you weren’t there anymore

maybe once

a lingering ghost

if anything

only half heartedly had you ever been

but I stood, feet invoked within that print

and pressed you into the earth

in hopes that I could bury you

and maybe

I pray

turn what you discarded

into something beautiful

LL