Til Then Burning
Today I awoke, half-eaten by
a stubborn flame that cannot die
though long the coal departed;
I lay here broken-hearted,
like it was yesterday she said
she needs me not before she fled
as times before, though yearning
and every time returning.
I wonder as the months go by
her lodging, and the reason why
she bore it all, untethered
then left me just her feathers
and the most pretty memory
for my diurnal reveries
assuring, to be clear,
to me she’s dying to be near
and yet dreams of returning,
to quench me, ‘til then burning.
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