A Forgotten Relic
Her favorite dress is gathering dust,
and yet, in my mind, she's still wearing it.
My tinder-heart is set afire by love's
inextinguishable, eternal flame.
She lingers in the shadows of the night;
and oft visits me in my tear-filled dreams.
We once faced life's obstacles together,
before she died, and I was left alone.
The sands of time cannot lessen my grief,
for her passing breaks my heart every day.
And I feel like a forgotten relic;
buried under memories of our past.
I'll welcome the Angel of Death in time,
and once more, embrace the love of my life.
For the instant, life's candle sputters out,
our souls will conjoin and merge into one.
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