The anniversary of your death.
One year since the touch of your soft hand
found the curves of your soulmate’s lips.
Within the forgotten shadows of
the quiet, darkening afternoon,
your ghost comes to carry her away.
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The anniversary of your death.
One year since the touch of your soft hand
found the curves of your soulmate’s lips.
Within the forgotten shadows of
the quiet, darkening afternoon,
your ghost comes to carry her away.