Ashes, Ashes
Quietly spilling
Out of my hand
My lover’s ashes
Mix with the sand
Crying, weeping, sobbing so
I try not to let him go
My eyes are dry
My sobs are bare
But I know
It isn't fair
Died too young
Gone too fast
Our love is suddenly
In the past
Copyright © Avery Ken | Year Posted 2016
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