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Euridice, Euridice
daughter of mortals, sworn to divine;
the bell tolls, the bell rings
“I’m sorry, I miss you”
Orpheus turns;  Euridice.

the unmade sheets, dog-eared pages 
stacked, dishes scattered in the sink
sunlight splashes 
I close my eyes
I see the ghost of where you’ve been

how long has it been
since the summer of your smile, 
the spring of your voice.
twenty years waiting, your Penelope;
a shroud unwoven by time

tick, tick, tick. the clock continually ticks.
it drags me by the hands, 
grabs me by the heart.
every grain falling through the hourglass,
a lifetime I once spent with you.

every word I never said,
a pomegranate never split;
I called your name too late.
Melpomene, my very own muse,
hear the swan song of my heart 

three words we never got to say
i love you i love you i love you
i turn to you to confess
(don’t look don’t look don’t look)
and there you are. you’re gone.

we were two sides of the same fate, 
 half of each other; star-crossed, but
snip. your shears split the weave and.
Fates themselves can’t force supernovas 
to align / when they’ve already long died

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