cremation

she sits there

hands caring her hairs

eyes gazing to infinite

mind blank to ripple

i watch her enigma

as she dwells on whispers

making a piece of an art

from the tears of anguish

i cry and cry 

till she writes the rhythm's 

in the silence that cuts

all the hums in middle

once done she stands 

and crawls back in covers

with the warmth that burned

all of me in the cremation