Christina A. Sharik

REMAINS

I hate the sound
the word in my ears
hate the meaning
the connotation
of pain and tears –
I hate the word
“Remains”.
Bits of bone
and shreds of cloth;
perhaps a piece of plane
physical remnants
of someone’s life –
“Beloved” was
his name;
Someone brave who died
amid the chaos
and the flames
someone young
someone strong
he is not
“remains”.

… and though he slumbers far away
he lives on in someone’s heart
as real today as yesterday
though they’ve been long apart…
he smiles out of
yearbooks
and grins from
picture frames
Oh, he is so much
more to her
than a simple word
“Remains”