A Forgotten Relic
Her favorite dress is gathering dust,
while in my mind, I see her wearing it.
My tinder-heart was set afire by love's
inextinguishable, eternal flame.
She lingers in the shadows of the night;
and oft visits me, in my tear-filled dreams.
We had faced life's obstacles together
before she died, and I was left alone.
The sands of time cannot lessen my grief,
for her passing breaks my heart every day.
And I feel like a forgotten relic;
buried under memories of our past.
In time, I'll welcome the Angel of Death,
and once more, embrace the love of my life.
For the instant that life's flame sputters out,
our souls will once again merge into one.
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