Mountain Dust

Your soft voice, once so angelic

became hard,

short

and felt like one hit a brick wall at 50

So the memories stay fresh

but fade in time.
The hurt continues with 

profound pain.

We ventured into uncharted feelings.

Maybe too fast.

Maybe not fast enough

 for us to realize our buried love.

Our emotional state deteriorates

as the volcano continues to

erupt.

Sealed now, lots of ash, smoke and

hurtfully dormant, snow capped, until another eruption.