Ashes

Her ashes were thick... Heavier than you would think... Fragments of bone and teeth... A soup as black as ink... Stirring and mixing... Sifting through her quaint remains... Reminiscing about wiping her tears in the rain... The sun winks at me through the cathedral of oaks... And I continue to scan through her lost love notes... She took a lover... Probably two... The descriptions of her secret summer were exciting and new... She said I was her life and she'd never leave me... The wind catches her ashes; and she is finally free...