Depart my Love. Depart my Heart.

I watched you burn
Until left, were only glowing embers.
And the embers ebbed—but who remembers.
Who—who—takes up your urn?
Is it the empty vase of unconcern?
Do I pretend to be one of humanity’s members?
Burn… burn all who claim to be dying embers!
I gazed at you in weakened spurn.
Certainly, everything I’ve said was wrong,
Meanwhile and, hereafter, all you did was right.
Thus, you sang that song
full, oh ever so full, of light, might on that silvery night.
And left to me are hours so heavy and long—
Oh—the hours, leaving me without your memory tonight.

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