A serenade
for the remains
of a love
so tragically
lost.
Misdeeds aligning.
Stars
so tragically
crossed.
Yet here you are.
From me,
you'll never be
far.
I can't let go.
I have to hold
and cherish
even remnants
of you.
A token of my heart, true.
Your blood,
as a magnet,
is bonding you to
this osseous
cavernous
talismanic tribute.
Your segmented spine
has been combined
with wood and twine;
The centerpiece
for costal chimes.
My heart grows
more fond
each time
the wind
blows through.
I reminisce.
A love so strong
I can't let go
of you.
Your bones has been
so well preserved.
It's just what you deserve.
When I say 'forever'
it's total truth.
These souvenirs
are absolute proof.
I can't let go.
Must always hold
every bit I have
of you.
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