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