Linger

When my mother died I got her ashes 

When my dog died I got his collar 

I hear my mother's voice 

I see her face 

I smell her cigarette 

I taste the food she used to make 

I feel her arms around me 

I hear my dog's whines 

I hear his click-clacks on the floor

I feel his soft fur 

I see his little body 

But they aren't here 

Are they?