ashes

nothing sticks.
nothing stays forever.
these shoes
already worn, this shirt
torn,
the buttons gone.
the pants ripped
at the seams.
even that chair in
the corner is faded
from the harsh sun.
nothing lasts.
not love, not even sorrow,
that too
has its day.
in time it all washes
away, all things in time
come clean.
our bones whitened
in the grave,
our memories caught
like ashes
in the wind, blown
blown
blown away.