Ashes

Ashes become memories flying away slowly fading into the memory, memory of comfort ,ashes floating around bring up in weird times but keeps you going hoping to get a small glimpse of the memories itself. A smell a whiff of what once was a memory that never died ashes that fly to the sky hoping to get glimpse of what want by everything will fade and rust memories will replicate in this you want must trust ashes become memories flying away slowly fading into a memories of comfort the days many be gone but yet near my hope is that those memories will live on until I am gone