Confusion in Underground Clouds

In Extinguish Able

The fathomably 

unfathomable; 

a drop of formaldehyde 

erases a smudge from the sky

as the embers in your eyes no longer shine,

blue to grey, 

slate over the grave. 

You blazed a blue sun, 

shone a corona around my tongue 

that extinguished like a candle, 

Soul-smoke snaking toward 

an open concept ceiling;

you breathe around trees

in the spring, 

a gust fluttering leaves 

reminding me to look at the sky 

and think of you

weakly waving goodbye