Feel the wind carry its breath through the gaps between your fingers
Smile as it tickles your skin
Look at your hands
Your Left: A bottle rocket.
Your Right: a tiny bag holding the remains of your loved one.
You put that bag inside the bottle rocket as if it were going to the moon.
Light that wick with your trembling hands.
It rises and rises until the noise of a crack echoes the night sky.
"He's free", you say, "He's free."
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