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Your  ashes sits in a cold marbled box,

overlooking a magnificent view of the city

lights, the sea engulfed by the fog in

the early mornings of the day.

The bougainvilleas in it's perfect bloom

all colored in red, purple, and hews of pink,

all sorround you day and night.Tiny lights

abound your way,winking at me when I pass

as if to say, hey, he still loves

you day by day.



I stare at the marbled box, of what remains of you.

I long to hold you in my embrace, to touch you

just one more time, to look into those big, huge

eyes, and hear you say,you look lovely tonight.

So I sit in front of you,and memorize a line or two,

telling you the kids are fine,and tonight I'll

watched again our favorite show.I promise you

I won't cry, cuz when the actor says goodbye,

you always wipe the tears in my eyes.So long my only

love,don't worry cuz I'll be back,with some flowers

from my heart, to put beneath your marbled box.