(This May Be) The Last Poem I Ever Write You -5/02/04
All slaves of Time must fade and pass away
I swore that I would never see you die
I swore to love you till my dying day
For all my best intentions: Just a lie.
Can all the things I've felt just disappear
And leave behind them not a gaping hole
But rather, not a sign that you were here
No sign that fire had dwelt inside my soul.
A part of me defies the Lord above
A part of me would cling to what is dead
A part of me would kill itself with Love
But the Ideal is what must die instead.
Can, from this nothing, all things come once more
Creation centered 'round a different core?
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