Loss

Strands
Frayed edges to people
Who, after comforting
Keeping warm in cold nights,
Slip away
And in desperation
Reaching out
Grasping on to pieces
Pictures
Dreams
Memories
All that can be held
Are strings of a left over
Loved one
Disintegrating in hand
Until there is no trace
But an
Image
Filled in only by
Strands