Carcass of Memories

The dragons of sleep are dead

I feed

On the carcass of memories

Your absence

Bursts inside me

Like an explosive remnant

Of a bygone war

I heal

My abysmal wounds

With eternal warmth

Of your memories

Thinking each

One by one

Carefully

Like prescribed doses of medicine

I find dreams on my pillow

Night

Every night

Like shards of broken bangles

I collect them

In obscure cauldrons

Of my eyes

I dream you

In broken realms

Of distant time

Like the coming of your letters

The reading of them long

Your memories are all I have

I scavenge them

From the dust of days

From the dampness of nights

Every time

All the time