Where?

Where the 

Incandescent

Spark that lit up

A room, a life

A Universe of

Possibilities

Shrunk down to

A day 

And another

Lined up in a

Funereal procession

Of sorts, without the

Procession, ceremony or

Acknowledgement.

Where the freedom

Pulse that shook the

World shook the

Worlds and yet

Left this one life

In its wondrous.

Where they whither

Into the sun fall

On the horizon

Burning black.

Where they whither

Perhaps return

As they will

Or not.