tear--drop

My boyfriend watched, open mouthed as I unscrewed the lid of your urn, and ran my fingers through your ashes. Your depression, your soul dust. I felt an ocean rolling under my ribs and an urge to cradle your urn, rock you back and forth like you did for me when I was young. - At the funeral, my uncle announced that you hated religion. But he left out the part where you did believe in a God, just that he was always punishing you. - “There was nothing you could have done” said the other uncle. I think of all those spent wishes, the birthday candles extinguished for gifts, the meteor showers I wasted on love, the prayers offered from