Even if
Several times a week, sometimes several times a day, I drive by the cemetery where you are buried. I wonder if you feel the weight of my passing as much as I feel the weight of yours. Even if you are ashes, I imagine some settling.
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Stasis and change, all in a few well-chosen words. Here, though definitely not always, less really is more.
We are quite drawn into the narrative/narrator's voice: we feel the weight too.
Nice indeed - it implies a recent burial, so ashes? But the sense of loss pervades.
Two different passings - both sad. Lovely lines.