Storms Breath

The dust of remains  
Tucks in the dead  
Never leaves crevices vacant  
Or wrinkles clean  
Land is always ready for sweeping  
 
With traces of existence  
I bring back faces  
Forgotten since the first grain  
Expressionless  
 
Fall through grasps  
Stick onto wounds  
Grind down to a being less  
Someone who never was  
But a breath you took
 
Every storm carries a part of us  
Gone, lost forever  
Exhales gather