Every death brings me back to you.

I didn’t release your ashes to the wind,

didn’t leave flowers at your headstone,

neither did I bury you

under the family sixth generational oak.

Do not mistake these things for my lack

of love for you.

I was never delivered your body, nor ashes,

nor any meaningful resemblance of you.

All I received

was a bruised heart and tear stained cheeks,

alone, in the parking lot of the grocery store.

Thank you for the encouragement Murdered By Crows

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