Poem 45 – In the Fire

When my soul flees place me in the fire,
Let my body be enrobed in flame.
Let me feel that flickering heat –
Now love is gone, ’til then I will not again.

When I die turn this shell to ash,
And let it crumble before your eyes.
When I die please let me lie warmed one final time,
For now she is gone, ’til then it is denied.

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Dear readers,
Not much to report, really. Just had this idea, and thought I’d share it.
I hope you’re all well,
The Hapless Neo-Romantic

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