i placed you in a box

a cherished



in unglazed earthenware

in order that


may never leave


your ashes

line my pyre

your dust

floats upon the very air

i breathe

your death

becomes my sacrifice

as your bones


beneath my weight

i will drag your final moments on

whilst you lie in wait


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

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