Cover yourself with their ashes.
Rake them through your hair
and paint them onto your skin.
Curl into a ball on the floor,
Arms wrapped around your body.
Let your gut release the abject pain of grief.
Wail into the forever-ness of loss.
Let it envelop you and seep through you and over you and around you.
Stand with determination.
Stare this grief in the eyes with direct gaze.
Grab hold of it.
It walks with you anyways, right?
Whether you will or not.
Let it be
…while you become….