Part of Me Is Lost

[Re-posted] From dregs of twilight embers, pale dawn’s embrace— and naught but rusty glow stolid umbra to banish, in wan resolve, from these, my solitary rooms. Echoes. Small children laughing, afar and ago— profound diminuendo. Still, I grasp— clutching sand— a dying world to hold. But pain’s recall subsists— and, shuddering, ebbs, into my eyes— drips through my fingers and onto the floor.