All That the Waves Did Not Claim by Isilme_among_the_stars  

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Ash and Smoke


All that I have left of you is ash and smoke.

I grasp it desperately but cannot catch it, neither can I wash myself clean where it has taken up stubborn residence, caught in my hair, under nails and in the corners of my eyes. It is gritty, irritating, a fine coating chafing me raw, clinging where I do not wish, yet never to be held close as I want.

Would that you had left me a kinder remembrance. Better, never left me at all. Only painful strains now sustain me, yet I must find a way to go on. 


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