Scattered
They called to inform us that your ashes are ready for pickup–
how strange it is to think you could possibly fit into such a tiny box,
all that love,
all that life,
all of you.
But there you are
and here I am
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Holding you
contained before my eyes
while your spirit envelopes every waking moment I continue living.
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love the word play on “scattered”
Thank you, Gaby.
“how strange it is to think you could possibly fit into such a tiny box”–a gasp-worthy line.
Agreed
Thank you.
Thank you, Katrina.
Know I feel this, HA.
Thoughts and energy with you guys 💔
Many thanks, Joseph. Our hearts are slowly healing.
You have used the poetic form to its max with this heartbreaking poem.
Thank you, Nancy. 💜
I love what you did with this poem and it’s form–and I’ve enjoyed your work all month.
Many thanks, Shaun!