8.10.12 (shrines)

order
departed
from
daily routine
still
shrines
are erected
in the shadow
of three
and voices
faded, carried
on winds
wayward breeze;
one still
remains fleeing
from painful
memory
and shrines
erected,
are buried
in me,
words crumble,
time slows,
still roads unfolding.
two parting,
two whole,
one discomforting;
still
enveloped,
still
buried in the
shadow,
of shrines
made of
three.