The cross.

I bear the cross of him
Inside my heart
Upon my skin to touch,
Yet he is furthest
From my eyes to view,
A constant mist of pain
Like old fallen leaves
He no longer breathes
Still existent nonetheless
I confess,
Forever I adorn
your absence in death,
To be formed a figurine
Kept safe
UN Dusty UN broken
Full of the essence of life
For you shall always live
Eternal within mine, love.

Nardine Sanderson 03/09/2015.