i placed you in a box

a cherished

memory

bound

in unglazed earthenware

in order that

you

may never leave

me

–

your ashes

line my pyre

–

your dust

floats upon the very air

i breathe

–

your death

becomes my sacrifice

–

as your bones

snap

beneath my weight

i will drag your final moments on

whilst you lie in wait

lingering

in troubled sleep

within stony heart entombment

of chalice purgatory

never to be spread

to the winds

or upon the plains

nor thrust unto the waves

–

you will sit as a bauble

centerpiece and talking point

a monument

to my loss