I remember now
Your dreams,
The lotus smile
That fell in the wake
Of maturation.
Vinegar tastes precisely
As it smells, a corpse
Upon thine lips,
A perversion of preservation
I watched you weeping
In and out of consciousness
And there was no shelter
In your choice of venue
Only mirrors within
Which even one’s name
May be forgotten.
Almost has an intimacy
Few have the delicacy
To apprehend.
I may not have understood
The nature of your affliction
(Gravity being in the heart of the barer)
But I stand now an epitaph,
A reminder to all
That lovers come and go in pairs.
Your death is mourned,
Albeit reluctantly.
Why must I admit now
Your loss when once
I held you so hard
That our auras propagated
An entirely new state of being?
Why must I surrender
At the behest of rain
When I am already drowning?
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Random Note
Isadora has chicken box =(
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