In the quiet of my room, I hold A vessel filled with ashes cold. Once vibrant, now in silent rest, A cherished one, now a gentle guest.

In this urn, their essence lies, Memories held beneath the skies. A life well-lived, now stilled in peace, Their love in me will never cease.

I feel their presence in the air, A whisper, a touch, beyond compare. Though they’ve journeyed far from sight, Their spirit lingers, pure and bright.

I hold them close, within my heart, A bond unbroken, never to part. For love transcends life’s earthly frame, In ashes, love remains the same.

So here I am, with tears and smiles, Embracing them across the miles. Their legacy, a guiding light, In owning ashes, love takes flight.

© Karischyoma