Before afterlife

A sonnet

I am standing across your street
To watch you smile at the orange dawn.
And, soon I will be gone -
Separating myself from the chaotic us.
Your memories will fade away
Like the dust of a dying star.
Alas! you could not decipher so far -
The prodigious feeling contained inside.
For, you coerced me to fall incessantly
Into the abysmal black hole
Of love, hatred, lust and death.
Now, leave me in my warm black suit -
Silent, broken, still.
Don’t ever put flowers on my chest.

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