Just a sweet kiss goodnight, just like every night. This tiny act has become an affectionate routine, just before bed I pick you up, dust you off and let my lips rest on your cold, smooth surface. You are surround by little memories that we have of you, but there is no warmth to be kept by you. Nothing could put the warmth I want you to have in you. You are metal and cold, but my lips will never flinch from you. Because you are all I have left. My goodnight kiss, for my little square blue, teddy printed urn. Ho could something so tiny, hold something so precious as you. Ryker, my goodnight kisses will never end.