After Death

Long Exposure Starry Sky Star Startrails Night

Invariably we are ashes
And then dust, which when sprinkled
In the ocean, become bioluminescent
Dinoflagellates and blown in the air
Becomes starry constellations
And when kept in an urn on a fireplace,
Becomes a purgatory of sorts
Reminding why we were in love
The first place, and why that ineffaceable
Smudge, torments us, like
A windcatcher that filters memories
To ventilate an outreaching heart
Asphyxiated of saudade.