Your Songs
My memory lies neither in the stone etched for uncultured strangers, whose purview is limited to written words; nor on sad eulogy. Those never shall imbue
the soul with songs you've planted in my heart which stem the tide of grief. The angst pervades each moment of my life that we’re apart to spoil facades and bittersweet charades.
Yet, here you are, still fresh within my mind to thwart the black abyss that yawns beside eternal sleep. The hands of death may bind the shell in which, no longer, you reside
but there still floats within my dreams each night your visage, smiling, as your songs take flight.
Words used in order of appearance: memory, uncultured, stone, song, planted, tide, bittersweet, fresh, beside, floats
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