I’ve no pride
but what I wear
no greed
I can implore
as evidence you loved me
I have none
no ash to sprinkle
time to mourn
a lock to slow your hand
I dare not trim
the light
or move away
the road
that serves apologies
is missing from
my love
tho I am not so far
that I can’t see
that I don’t feel you
in the morning
while making up my bed
remnants of a dream
were come
to stay

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