At last,
I fell in love,
At a funeral,
A rushed affair it
was.
For once,
I was true,
Without doubt, hope,
A scary clarity it
was.
At hers,
I was unsure,
Alive, I died, tied,
A long wait it was.
At mine,
I held on,
We are ash, dirt,
A release it is.
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