Substantial

I did not run to you because you were reliable

but, because the world was a little too brown

and even Your kind of dull can't shake

the dullness of Death.

You are a death.

Cold can be considered a severance,

and you had been sharpening yourself

for years.

How heavy - maybe thirty pounds worth?

I carried the package of ashes to you,

shaken, and you were surprised.

Anyone loving you must be surprising,

and I was surprised that you were

the only viable option.

The bones are heavy.

But, what is left of you,

is nothing but light.