Parting Poem by Methods Create Madness
Parting
As the water washed away the searing flames of grief that caused us so much pain, I saw the moon's reflection on the surface.
In that moon, your hand was reaching out to me, offering me eternity with you.
But my dear..
The surface was broken and your hand shattered.
I walked away.
This world is still my home.
Even though I chose hell, I also chose not to let you suffer with me.
Rest.
Forget.
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5/8/2024 7:02:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Rest? Forget? I doubt either are possible in such painfully sweet parting. Beautiful work. Smiling at you Tai