Millersdale

And so everything fell upon me Cascading indefinitely But in a sense I felt it cement My place in it all, my resolve I opened up and bloomed From a house that is no longer mine to behold One residence wrapped in ivy End terrace life, tilting slightly The shape of grief is condensed Between the glazing that framed every scene Immense and excellent mess That was floating and wild and free It's no golden age or golden longing Just iron cast, monolithic Reminders of the lack of a tether As light as the days were alive The open fire The flames of creation The flames of a lessening dread