Etched in Glass, Always in My Heart

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I had your image etched in glass,
for all eternity.
In hopes that it would somehow keep
your presence here with me.

I dust and clean it daily,
its light burns every night.
Your ashes and pictures sit nearby,
but something isn't right.

I realize that you are not there,
on that mantle or in that glass.
Not in your collar, favorite snack dish,
or the box full of your ash.

It’s in my heart and memory,
that you reside today.
In every single tear I shed,
and smile you brought my way.

So, Rest in Peace my Angel,
your spirit now runs free.
And know I hope to see you,
when that time comes too for me.