Your ashes came back
home today in an urn,
your home which you
left scared, in pain,
two weeks ago.
It's not you, that gray
ash, just burned bone
and flesh, atoms in
their trillion-year
journey across cosmos.
Yet, it's also you, our
mind empowering
what that urn holds
with everything you
were to us, in thoughts.
A homecoming that really
took place in our minds,
from which you never were
absent, where your big,
deep eyes still gaze at us,
deep, dark pools of joy.
10.09.2024
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