So this is my life now

I swear, it must have happened while I was asleep

I wake

And you are in the desk drawer, divided between us three

Because I do not know where she should go

I haven't made it there yet

Putting my creator in the ground

Mixed with the bugs and so many worms

My ash love

My Mother of bone

Can you tell me then what it means

When the ones who gave me life are dead

And all of the proverbial ships have sailed

I am left crafting an uncalled for exit