Ash Retention

 

Every morning
I slip into the closet
and there you are to greet me

My beloved ashes in a box

It was three years to this day

when you went away

leaving devastated me behind

with nothing

but a cremation receptacle

and plenty of memories

You wished for your remains

to be scattered into the sea
but I'm sorry
I just can't let go
and accept the permanency
of inevitable death

which visits us all eventually

I so wish it had been me first

cause every day without you

is sheer agony

Today I tell our friends
your remains stay with me
for sentimental value
but it's a cowardly alibi

to deny a grim reality

I will probably

never come to grips with