November 10th

I heard you sing a few days later
After the day I held your hand,
And poured out my heart
To air and the person on the land.
It was poetic
In some sorts;
Worthy were those moments, for me,
As it’s still the happiest day of my life.
I promised to keep you forever,
Yet I fell short on that.
Agony is agonizing
To admit my demise by my own hands.
Blackness, you lifted;
Simpleness, you taught;
Errors, you faced;
And the love that you bestowed.
Still this inspires me, only if this helps;
Those intimate moments still bring water out of the stones.
Miss you, dearest.
~if only this helps.


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