...And I close in on home,
body battered and scarred.
This familiar sight
melts the ice running through my veins.
As faces turn
toward this weathered soul,
I form a smile
and continue home.
A sense of relief
envelops me
as I approach
my sanctuary.
Near death
has breathed new life
into what was once
a hollow shell.
I pass blackened snow
and charred remains of the pyre.
A reminder of her,
a token of death.
The sudden loss
left me
in such a fragile state
of sorrow and mourning.
Though there's not a day that goes by
in which I don't long for closure,
the void in me has sealed.
Leaving me
with an eternal scar.
A token of sadness.
Time will heal.
This vacant space,
shrouded by darkness.
I am home again
in this place of healing.
I light the fire
and lie within its warmth.
It is here I rest.
Time will heal.

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