Fractured and broken in shades of grey.
The stories are sealed, the secrets not lies.
A life hidden and changed,
kept in tidy boxes so as not to disturb
the shining image of others.
Black on red, the letters controlled.
The signs were there, sending two lives down different roads.
One life unknown, the other unseen.
Imagination and grief hold hands under the mask
until the friction chafes and burns
with the once a year flame.
The lids break open, the cracks widen.
The flames get higher, the ash deepens.
Let the fire heal and the wounds return
to the soothing shadows.