I weep, silently and invisibly grieving
You are sailing away from me on the next ship home
My Aeneas, brave and true, why do I fear you won't return?
You kiss my forehead one last time before you go
As the ship sails far from port, leaving Carthage, I feel for sure that you will never return
I sink to my knees, tears falling swifter and heavier
I unsheathe the blade upon my hip and aim it at my heart
My sister puts her hand upon my shoulder
''Not today'', she says
''Yes, today'', I whisper, plunging the dagger into my breast
As my spirit slips away, I follow you across the sea
My new shape skimming across the waves
I can only go so far from my body, but it is far enough
I whisper in your ear, ''Goodbye, my love'', and leave one last kiss upon your cheek before sinking into the depths
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