In Spirit

The time has come
When others
Claimed
I’ll have closure
Once my dad’s ashes
Returns to me
But I seem
To have no feeling
At all
I just see a box
With his name
Yes
There’s a box inside
Containing his ashes
But that’s not enough
For me to close
This chapter
For crying out loud
I’m thirty eight
That’s thirty eight years
He’s been apart of my life
That’s hard to
Just walk away
And close that door
Because
I have ashes
A box
A urn
Or whatever you call it
But this
Won’t bring closure
Not to me
But only time
And myself
Will be able to cope
With this pressure
The death
Of a family member
That was not
Like anyone other
So for me
I continue to live
Work everyday
To keep those
Sorrowful thoughts
Away
But when
No one is around
I sit
Pay my respects
To him
Touch the box
Talk with him
Briefly
In my eyes
Still a box
But mentally
I feel
He’s here with me
But closure
I don’t think
This will shut my door
Of my yearning
For him
But now he’s back
In spirit
Home
Once again