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 

in display for you to see. 

I am, 

the cremated remains of the happiness we've forgotten that 

still floats around the air. 

If you breathe in, 

you might still smell the 

lingering feeling of the last few days of our mirthful togetherness. 

I am, 

the song that played in the funereal when our hands lost the sparks whenever they locked. 

I am, 

the flowers that are thrown down the grave when the coffin is lowered six feet under. 

I am, 

the gravestone

and you are, 

the goodbye. 

The writer is a grade 10 student of Scholastica.