you wanted
to fill

my room
with cute

junk
to remember

you forever
I will

it is february
a year now

fallen branches
green grass

the storm
I found

fitting
the wind

the roof
we chose to

not replace
with

broken
sticks

and dust
memories

a kindling
the house fills

with smoke

(originally published in BlazeVOX Journal, Spring 2023)