There’s this confusion boiling in my bowels
I thought telling you how I feel would lift my spirit
That it would be a burden crushed
A weight lifted from my soul.

I can’t seem to let go
I envision her smile
I fathom holding her in my arms
These ashes burnt can’t get scattered into the wind

Instead they are creating
A thin aura around me
Comforting me like psalms
A warm, warm, covering
Insulating me from the cold
That the world intensify with time

Words said too late, too soon
Don’t ever forget this moment
A love story never written
A treasure never beheld
A rich life, a wealthy life indeed,
       never lived

             Time to go back to living
             Life:
                    That’s not alive
                     Just passing through.

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