Just a Place

It's a marbled design, a tiny little urn where the physical parts of you were left behind. I opened it thinking it may help, but when I looked in all of my pain was deeply felt. I want to hug you, but how can I? You are just powder incinerated in a pretty urn, with a marble design. I'm waiting on my couch listening to the lonely sounds hoping that since I have what's left of you, maybe your soul will linger down. I'm waiting for a sign that you made it to the other side. I am waiting here like I used to do; when you were alive. My heart feels like it's not here for me. Most days I feel absolutely lonely. I try not to focus on material things, or the why nots and if only 's. There is a place of content in which I am aiming to be. I just want to be rid of this grief that is dwelling inside of me. I'm sorry when I write it's usually sad, but what else can I do I can't fake the funk; trust me I wish I could do that. So if you are somewhere near I hope before you go, you don't forget to visit me and touch my shoulder so I can know.