Dirt Catcher

She lingers, just out of reason Somewhere behind Past her season of full fruition Of shame, it now seems Pitiful at worst, Pathetic at best Her memory stops at this current reflection, Wayward direction or focused intention Of who, when, or what … No longer a scene from a long ago dream This wide angle leaves A shudder affixed, Ablaze Seared. Clinging to hopes long dead, With some vague rendition of a miracle resurrection If the flame can survive Testy droplets of regret Mixed between bittersweet's singe… The question arises An answer submitted, She looks in disdain As the messenger stumbles below, And the cycle returns Making memories of dirt Soot and pain …