I go to search for you

online as I haven’t heard from you

in quite some time, I picture your face

and I smile, I remember your laugh,

your loves, the sad times and the moments

that fell to Earth in between,

thousands of ground  dust silica particles

inhaled and tearing apart the breath for you,

as I struggle to think of your name,

once a volcano

erupting

reduced to shredded glass and faded recollections

suffering under the weight off the landslide mud

that has come to clog my own dying volcano.

Ian D. Hall 2018