Ashes

For what it’s worth,
it’s never you only me.
Drowning in sorrow,
and misery.
I lifted my glass,
I rained it down.
For you sweet man,
will be ground.
You will be bone,
fire and flesh.
With your name-sake,
my heart will be etched.
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