imperative

I HAVE come to bury Love           

     Beneath a tree,

 everyone's best friend died today,

In the forest tall and black

     Where none can see.

apparently.  he died in a hotel in mexico

I shall put no flowers at his head,

     Nor stone at his feet,

while i am toe to toe with my own grief.  

my hollow haunt. My real life ghost

For the mouth I loved so much

     Was bittersweet.




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I shall go no more to his grave,

     For the woods are cold.

who stopped midsentence and left abruptly 

I shall gather as much of joy

     As my hands can hold.

when something young and shiny stumbled by

on the other side of the road

I shall stay all day in the sun

     Where the wide winds blow, --

and i'm headed back to the graveyard

(stay away, there's nothing to say) 

But oh, I shall cry at night          

     When none will know.

his bad form reduced to a dash

a freedom and release

a proposition in my hand




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