Hindsight

We've recycled ashes and dust
'til alls returned to wood and rust

We took her arm and led her back
Through softer cells and uncertain track
Passed signs claimed to have known the way
Question marks straighten to exclaim.

To meet and greet the next dead end
Gamble a path and call it friend
Roll a five with a double two

Of course she knew
(What was round the bend)

Patterned cushions holding heads
Covered in lace,
Full of dread
Sellotaped Stars and paper wishes
Holding a loaf and several fishes

She was chased here by her own two feet
A race far too early to complete
But now the finish is becoming clear
She wonders why she can't hear the cheer.

(We'd lost her long before this endeavour,
She knew her exodus would not wait forever.)