Wednesday, May 20, 2015

At A Funeral


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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