I am only cold light now
reach your hand cleanly through.
How could this happen -
this mystery?
Wait, still there are clues of me...
I dance in motes,
figure in the flesh
of children
who helped wash me away,
float in the dark puddle
of their memories.

There was one
who shook me loose
from life
slowly shifted
my encumbrances
took by wanting
what little there was left
of solidity.

If you look
there is a bit
still here & there;
the pit in my belly
my eyes full of tears.