Till we meet

Well, today’s the day we’ll be sending her off.
I’ve never liked the idea of a cremation.
But it’s her wish, so we’ll stick by it.

I still her voice calling me when I lie on my bed at night;
well.. her attempt on pronouncing my name. cute.
I still feel her warm hands on mine,
and how she laughs at my very sweaty palms.
I still smell her.

I’ll miss her.