if this were the last
of fate's strokes in jest
let my laughter
resound across forever
until it becomes
the only memory
that lives
after your sunset
i know now why
the vessel had
to form crevices
why i was
wrong to think
it would break
as it held
firm and patient
waiting
perhaps it heard
a promise softly whispered
that i have failed
to hear amidst silence
in blind search
until
the sun rose, again
after the many dawns
i thought would
never leave
if this were
the last note to a song
i am to hear,
allow me to capture
this moment
frozen, still..
while my heart burns
and this
love, lives
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