How shall we bury love?

How shall we bury


In a dig — six feet — under

soul mate?

A spark in the tinder

under the pyre.

lost connections?

A mound of sand.

I am old.

I am weak.

I am now heartless.

To pick my shovel

To dig

To light a fire.

I bury them

all near by.

No decorations.

No ceremonies.

No carvings.

No more tombstones.

No more fence

No more cobbled path ways

No more signs for visitors

No etiquette

to follow.

Thus shall we bury love!

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