NOT THE URN TYPE

You are home with me…
Where you belong…
Magic…all 6 feet of you are reduced…to a black plastic box…
Just like Paul Rudolph
Simple…nothing fancy just like the two of you
I place my head on the box…I hear my heartbeat…or is it your heartbeat…
Feels like ‘HOLIDAY HEART’
An extra beat...when you’ve had too much to drink…
I am sleeping on your side of the bed...my right arm rests on you…
I hold my phone…we’re always touching…
Alone in the house… I don’t feel alone…