Burned

Burned from the inside out
ash
covers my being
floating bits
of me—
float to the sky
into the air
to the sea
tiny parts
of my heart
of my body
and of my mind
flutter through the wind
fall still—
upon the ground
gather with other bits of nothing
or something
that meant something
or nothing–
once
to someone
or something
and now are gone
or not
who knows
really