The phone shudders, tab the ringer mute

The annual reopening of wounds

Of a heart poured into the desert

And its address book of ghosts

Turn and walk away from the crater lip

And hope the desert dries your heart

Pat the ground flat and then close the door

From inside the burning mirage

The desert does not remember

The desert does not care

I can only see this moment

Through a veil of flames

As I cut away at the filaments

That tie me to others lives

It was someone else's loss

And has nothing to do with me, now

Aphasic thunder flickers

Behind a long flat of grey

Swirling dazzles of amber spin

Crumbling memories