I touch your ashes
in a wooden box
atop the piano
beside your collar
and tufts of your hair
in a small jar
and a pawprint
with your
extra toes
but it is
the touching of the box
that now holds you
that I am lost
and the tears
silently, effortlessly fall
it has only
been two and a half
weeks
how am I
to sustain a whole new life
without you
