I wish you were immortal
My dearest….
I wish you were immortal
Or life would be bland
Days would be an agonizing drag from what they used to be
I would hum the songs of sorrow through my memories
Before drifting off to nightmares
My eyelashes would drip with tears like damp leaves on a rainy evening
Loving would seem impossible to do again
You were a piece of work
Your chest was filled with soft fists radiating through the mirror
You were a warrior
Reminding me that women were not beasts
But rather rebels of our time
Shattering differences into puzzle pieces meant to be fit together
For now the bed will stay larger than usual
The pictures will stay in place
And the ring will be left unoccupied
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