it is so strange...........how life can become reduced to a heap of ashes............that can be stocked in a cardboard box...............
this must be so tough for you my dear...............lots of love..................XO

and now
even thought they are in my living room
in a lovely box (that was hers)
i rarely think of them
nor do they connect me to her
that happens much more in the bbg, by her bench
or in the mirror
when i see her not me
or
when certain things come out of my mouth

what i see in this picture
are my sunglasses
i rarely wear them
unless of course
when i cry a lot