Your ashes
is the same weight of your hand
the warmth is replaced with coldness
Im slowly forgetting how it feels
In my own
Almost a year have past
The time passed by
By hasn't been gone
The fights
The yelling
My stubbornness
The regret
I told you I wanted to know you
I wanted more memories than I have
But I never took that second step
Or the third
Or the Fourth
I just want to feel your hand again