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Robert's Dust
She remembered him as tall and lean
But now she held him in a jar in dainty hands
She steeled her face
With its pattern of wrinkles
As intricate and beautiful as lace
Trembling, she opened the canister
Preparing herself to give him to the wind
For moments she stared at the bits of gray
But the wind came sooner and stronger
Than she expected
His dust blew into her eyes
And up her nose
Stifling a sneeze
Quickly replacing the lid
Smiling and gently laughing
As it occured to her
That she'd breathed him in
"Now we really are one, Robert"
Carefully she removed the top again
She picked out a fragment of bone
And placed into the locket he'd given her
The perfect gust came
And she watched him dance on the air
Glinting in the sun
It was as beautiful as the day they met
She thought as she walked away
Weeping and alone like she came into the world
For she considered this day her second birth
