Firewood

Drunk and
Collecting firewood,
Four layers and the
Cold still bites.
Bucket and stumble,
Torch flickers and
Fails.
I feel for your warmth
In the darkness,
But you’re dust,
Stars, charcoal.

A heartbeat passes.
Breathe inky black,
smoke, sawdust.

You are still here.
Always.
Still here.