Ashes
On a bookshelf or in a closet,
never quite scattered
as was the plan.
You keep dusting and dusting.
Through the years you keep dusting.
Someday someone will ask,
Who was that?
and you will answer –
someone I once loved
too much to bury.
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Oh my heart! Love the emotion and sentiment. “Never quite scattered” is so good. I’m sure each dusting brings back memories.
Well done, Tori. Touching.