A baggy of you

You are gone
Literally, dust now
Parcelled and delivered
To be made into keepsakes
Or scattered by ceremony
I can't miss you yet because
Your voice rings in my ear
You talk talk talk
Memories come
Sometimes a flood that fills me up
With love and gratitude for you
Other times it opens a wound so deep,
and I bleed to death

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