Cremated Remains

I am,
The upside-down carcass of everything
You loved and desired,
But now you look at me with such disdain.

Dead and rotten,
Twisted and hung
On display-for you to see.

I am,
The cremated remains of the happiness
We’d forgotten, that still floats around in the air.

If you breathe in,
You might still smell
The lingering feeling from the
Last few days of our mirthful togetherness.

I am,
The song that was playing at the funeral as our hands
Lost sparks, whenever they locked.

I am,
The flowers that are thrown down the grave
When the coffin is lowered six feet under.