Death's Pale Scraps

We were left there,

With Death’s pale scraps.

Laughing and wonder,

How blood fades into the black.

I called to you then.

Felt my voice echo back.

We sat and watched a ghost.

Now crushed and into the black.

New trails blossomed.

Then encroached and fell.

I lost you then.

Or maybe I never could tell.

So the days pass onwards.

My eyes cast skywards.

Missing a time.

Where each touch was the divine.