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The Golden Tear
Poetry Contest Description
Make me Feel
Hello everyone. This is called The Golden Tear because I want you to take me there. Where? That part of you that I will stop and feel caught up in the emotion.
This competition has a special twist. I have created a magazine that I have been gradually hinting to called, Hypo Frost Magazine. The first issue will be out in December. You maybe contacted by me to be in the first edition. The theme is fall to winter. If you want to know, more feel free to reach out to me.
It is a free magazine. You own your rights to your work.
Now what are the requirements to this Competition?
1) Love, loss, romance, regret
2) Any style poetry
3) Short story (Please no more than 1,250 words).
Good Luck
Never Know
They will never know
The feelings I hide inside
They will never know
Friends may come
Friends may go
But they will never know
I will never show
The pain I keep inside
They will never know
Will they see it in my eyes
Will they know from the lies
I scribble in the snow?
Will they feel the heat
That burns with every sigh
I tried to hide long ago?
I will never tell
How everything befell
They can never know
What life did foretell
That I remain in hell
They can never know
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The feelings I hide inside
They will never know
Friends may come
Friends may go
But they will never know
I will never show
The pain I keep inside
They will never know
Will they see it in my eyes
Will they know from the lies
I scribble in the snow?
Will they feel the heat
That burns with every sigh
I tried to hide long ago?
I will never tell
How everything befell
They can never know
What life did foretell
That I remain in hell
They can never know
Check out this song on Suno
https://suno.com/song/e0716c0a-d536-4a01-8481-e6a595426477
Written by Samnash
(Sam Nash)
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"Whispers"
In shadows deep and still
Where echoes dare not creep
The wind, with mournful thrill
Doth sing the souls to sleep
The stars, like tearful eyes
Watch over graves of stone
As dreams of broken skies
Wander the dark alone
The moon, a pale-faced bride
Her veil of clouds does wear
In whispers lost, she cried
A wail of cold despair
Yet still, beneath the gloom
A beauty strange and rare
The flower in the tomb
The rose in silent air
In shadows deep and still
Where echoes dare not creep
The wind, with mournful thrill
Doth sing the souls to sleep
The stars, like tearful eyes
Watch over graves of stone
As dreams of broken skies
Wander the dark alone
The moon, a pale-faced bride
Her veil of clouds does wear
In whispers lost, she cried
A wail of cold despair
Yet still, beneath the gloom
A beauty strange and rare
The flower in the tomb
The rose in silent air
After This
Sitting here alone, waiting for someone to take me away from loneliness
And I wonder for how long do I have to wait for someone to caress
And though I dream of love it's so hard to define
And there's no one around that I want to be mine
After this the storm cried onto my lonely heart
That's when I realized that there was no cure for love
And after this the winds howled through my fragile soul
I often wonder who will I be dreaming of
Another day passes by, feeling the same
In truth, someone put out my only flame
I try & focus and figure out who I need
Nobody's there to satisfy my heart I must feed
After this the rain poured from the skies
Hope and wishes filled tears into my eyes
And after this the winds howled through my fragile soul
That's when I realized the way I must go
And I found a way to follow
It led me to another view
Love had found a clue
One day down that lonely road, she came passing by
My heart began to beat, no more rain falling from the sky
I'm now her king & she's my queen
We have found our hidden love
Now the fields are evergreen
My heart is not alone
The storm has disappeared and the skies are clear & blue
The sun is ever so bright, since the day I found you
You're the meaning of my life, the one that makes me sigh
Since the day you dried my heart
You're my everything.
And I wonder for how long do I have to wait for someone to caress
And though I dream of love it's so hard to define
And there's no one around that I want to be mine
After this the storm cried onto my lonely heart
That's when I realized that there was no cure for love
And after this the winds howled through my fragile soul
I often wonder who will I be dreaming of
Another day passes by, feeling the same
In truth, someone put out my only flame
I try & focus and figure out who I need
Nobody's there to satisfy my heart I must feed
After this the rain poured from the skies
Hope and wishes filled tears into my eyes
And after this the winds howled through my fragile soul
That's when I realized the way I must go
And I found a way to follow
It led me to another view
Love had found a clue
One day down that lonely road, she came passing by
My heart began to beat, no more rain falling from the sky
I'm now her king & she's my queen
We have found our hidden love
Now the fields are evergreen
My heart is not alone
The storm has disappeared and the skies are clear & blue
The sun is ever so bright, since the day I found you
You're the meaning of my life, the one that makes me sigh
Since the day you dried my heart
You're my everything.
Written by Vision_of_insanity
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Ever to Remain
With courage I remember
adoring recall of your grace
woeful in unfeigned sorrow
no mourning shall erase
Latching onto grief and pain
a memoir of what I have lost
assuredly not erased in time
recollections are embossed
Reminiscence offers comfort
with reassuring regularity
authenticating your existence
affording poignant clarity
Intimately keeping you
in the space within my chest
holding you in my mind’s eye
with eidetic intuition I am blessed
Ever remaining a part of me
I shall not take leave, nor forget
remembering the spirit of you
without exception or regret
adoring recall of your grace
woeful in unfeigned sorrow
no mourning shall erase
Latching onto grief and pain
a memoir of what I have lost
assuredly not erased in time
recollections are embossed
Reminiscence offers comfort
with reassuring regularity
authenticating your existence
affording poignant clarity
Intimately keeping you
in the space within my chest
holding you in my mind’s eye
with eidetic intuition I am blessed
Ever remaining a part of me
I shall not take leave, nor forget
remembering the spirit of you
without exception or regret
Written by mel44
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Crushed
Crushed by life, I bear the weight,
Of dreams undone and love too late.
A heavy heart, a mind in chains,
A soul adrift in endless pains.
The world, a pressing, cruel embrace,
Leaves marks unseen on my worn face.
In every breath, I feel the squeeze,
Of unseen hands that never ease.
Each step, a struggle, each day, a fight,
A battle waged from dark to light.
The smiles I wear, the words I say,
Are shields against the fray.
My family laughs, their voices clear,
A distant sound I barely hear.
They thrive in sunlit realms of grace,
Unaware of my silent chase.
The future looms, a shadowed beast,
With every hope and joy deceased.
I stumble through this bleak terrain,
With nothing left but numbing pain.
No comfort in the stars above,
No solace in the ones I love.
Their warmth a distant, fleeting glow,
While deep within, the darkness grows.
Crushed by life, I sink and fade,
A ghost within the daylight made.
In silent screams, I find my end,
A broken path I cannot mend.
Birth is the start of a long fall,
A journey where we lose it all.
From light to dark, from hope to pain,
We tumble through the endless rain.
The first breath drawn, a whispered sigh,
The beginning of a slow goodbye.
Innocence wrapped in tender care,
Unaware of burdens we’ll bear.
Each step we take, each path we choose,
Brings closer still the things we lose.
The joy we find, the love we hold,
Are fleeting moments, a tale consoled.
Life’s climb is steep, its edge so near,
With every height, a growing fear.
The dreams we chase, the stars we seek,
Are shadows that grow ever bleak.
In childhood’s arms, we learn to stand,
But soon enough, we leave that land.
Adulthood comes with heavy tolls,
And with it, burdens on our souls.
The weight of years, the scars of time,
In every fall, a silent chime.
Reminding us of what we’ve lost,
Of innocence turned cold as frost.
Birth is the start of a long fall,
A spiral through life’s shadowed hall,
We grasp at light, we fight the night,
But in the end, we lose the fight.
And so we fall, from first to last,
A journey through the shadows cast.
From birth to death, we lose it all,
In this long, unending fall.
Crushed by life, I bear the weight,
Of dreams undone and love too late.
A heavy heart, a mind in chains,
A soul adrift in endless pains.
The world, a pressing, cruel embrace,
Leaves marks unseen on my worn face.
In every breath, I feel the squeeze,
Of unseen hands that never ease.
Each step, a struggle, each day, a fight,
A battle waged from dark to light.
The smiles I wear, the words I say,
Are shields against the fray.
My family laughs, their voices clear,
A distant sound I barely hear.
They thrive in sunlit realms of grace,
Unaware of my silent chase.
The future looms, a shadowed beast,
With every hope and joy deceased.
I stumble through this bleak terrain,
With nothing left but numbing pain.
No comfort in the stars above,
No solace in the ones I love.
Their warmth a distant, fleeting glow,
While deep within, the darkness grows.
Crushed by life, I sink and fade,
A ghost within the daylight made.
In silent screams, I find my end,
A broken path I cannot mend.
Birth is the start of a long fall,
A journey where we lose it all.
From light to dark, from hope to pain,
We tumble through the endless rain.
The first breath drawn, a whispered sigh,
The beginning of a slow goodbye.
Innocence wrapped in tender care,
Unaware of burdens we’ll bear.
Each step we take, each path we choose,
Brings closer still the things we lose.
The joy we find, the love we hold,
Are fleeting moments, a tale consoled.
Life’s climb is steep, its edge so near,
With every height, a growing fear.
The dreams we chase, the stars we seek,
Are shadows that grow ever bleak.
In childhood’s arms, we learn to stand,
But soon enough, we leave that land.
Adulthood comes with heavy tolls,
And with it, burdens on our souls.
The weight of years, the scars of time,
In every fall, a silent chime.
Reminding us of what we’ve lost,
Of innocence turned cold as frost.
Birth is the start of a long fall,
A spiral through life’s shadowed hall,
We grasp at light, we fight the night,
But in the end, we lose the fight.
And so we fall, from first to last,
A journey through the shadows cast.
From birth to death, we lose it all,
In this long, unending fall.
A Shadow of Love
"Standing in the pouring rain loading my nine
Watching my girl and some fool kissing while they wine and dine ,
"To me their dead without a shadow of a doubt
Because I'm taking both of them deceiving motherfuckers out,
"I stroll across the street, black coat flapping in the wind
The Grim Reaper already over there hovering, because he know it's their end,
"Hi bitch. By bitch. As my nine is aimed at her eye
Terror shows across her face as skull and brain begins to fly,
"I don't give a fuck if it's a public place
Because I'm not standing for betrayal or this damn disgrace,
"The motherfucker is scared, because in my eyes all he see is hate
The nine mili-meter goes off again, sending him to his fate,
"That bitch was my everything, and she knew I loved her
But that shit ended when she start fucking my brother,
"Now they both have their lover's suite in cheaters hell
As the police is dragging my ass off to jail".
Watching my girl and some fool kissing while they wine and dine ,
"To me their dead without a shadow of a doubt
Because I'm taking both of them deceiving motherfuckers out,
"I stroll across the street, black coat flapping in the wind
The Grim Reaper already over there hovering, because he know it's their end,
"Hi bitch. By bitch. As my nine is aimed at her eye
Terror shows across her face as skull and brain begins to fly,
"I don't give a fuck if it's a public place
Because I'm not standing for betrayal or this damn disgrace,
"The motherfucker is scared, because in my eyes all he see is hate
The nine mili-meter goes off again, sending him to his fate,
"That bitch was my everything, and she knew I loved her
But that shit ended when she start fucking my brother,
"Now they both have their lover's suite in cheaters hell
As the police is dragging my ass off to jail".
Written by CasketSharpe
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Hardest Goodbye
Time continues to stands still
As my heart still has not got the time to heal
I was not prepared for the abrupt goodbyes
Or your spirit kissing me in the wind
As you tell me that you will see me on the other side
When I lost you, I lost apart of myself that I can never get back
I lie awake at night on my soaked pillow
Wishing that I can have one more minute, second, hour or day with you
But, I knew that once God collected you my angel
That you were his for the taken
We are truly living on borrowed times
You can truly be here today and gone tomorrow
So, please cherish those that are placed in your life
Never take their love and presence for granted
As my heart still has not got the time to heal
I was not prepared for the abrupt goodbyes
Or your spirit kissing me in the wind
As you tell me that you will see me on the other side
When I lost you, I lost apart of myself that I can never get back
I lie awake at night on my soaked pillow
Wishing that I can have one more minute, second, hour or day with you
But, I knew that once God collected you my angel
That you were his for the taken
We are truly living on borrowed times
You can truly be here today and gone tomorrow
So, please cherish those that are placed in your life
Never take their love and presence for granted
Written by LibraSoul96
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The Bitter, Lazy, Quitter
What’s a word for when you're crying
And the tears burn like acid on your skin,
Then the mirror shows a stranger's eyes,
And every breath feels like giving in.
When getting up feels impossible,
And staying in bed is the only escape,
When you try to sleep each night
But dark thoughts steal any chance you take.
When the days blend into each other,
And the weight of emptiness pulls you down,
When eating feels like a chore you can’t bear,
And hunger is swallowed by an aching frown.
When your chest is empty and full at once,
And everything hurts but feels like nothing,
When isolation is your only comfort,
And masking it all has become so numbing.
When you stare at your hands and feel strange,
As if they're not even your own,
When you hear your own voice, hollow and distant,
A stranger echoing through a vacant home.
I call it mourning,
Others call it bitter.
My family calls it lazy,
My friends call it quitter.
But they don’t see the battles fought
Against the shadows that scream my name,
They don’t see the tears that fall unheard,
The weight of the grief I cannot explain.
I wonder if they'll ever understand,
Or if I'll fade before they do.
A ghost in the corners of their laughter,
Another forgotten truth.
And the tears burn like acid on your skin,
Then the mirror shows a stranger's eyes,
And every breath feels like giving in.
When getting up feels impossible,
And staying in bed is the only escape,
When you try to sleep each night
But dark thoughts steal any chance you take.
When the days blend into each other,
And the weight of emptiness pulls you down,
When eating feels like a chore you can’t bear,
And hunger is swallowed by an aching frown.
When your chest is empty and full at once,
And everything hurts but feels like nothing,
When isolation is your only comfort,
And masking it all has become so numbing.
When you stare at your hands and feel strange,
As if they're not even your own,
When you hear your own voice, hollow and distant,
A stranger echoing through a vacant home.
I call it mourning,
Others call it bitter.
My family calls it lazy,
My friends call it quitter.
But they don’t see the battles fought
Against the shadows that scream my name,
They don’t see the tears that fall unheard,
The weight of the grief I cannot explain.
I wonder if they'll ever understand,
Or if I'll fade before they do.
A ghost in the corners of their laughter,
Another forgotten truth.
Written by Onceler123
(Oncerler)
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Creators Guilt
I cannot recall the way the air tasted that day,
A suffocating reality that twists through my veins.
I cannot recall the way it smelled,
So long ago the night looks almost like day.
I’m supposed to remember.
To sit in my shame and guilt.
But I cannot remember,
I cannot recall.
I’m supposed to hurt,
That’s how I know it meant something;
But I can only tip my head back,
And swallow.
Forgive me;
I cannot be sorry.
Alone again, at least until the fall,
A farewell blurred by the rushing wind.
I’m sorry;
At least I should be.
What monster has taken over my mind?
I deserve to be hurt.
Why can’t I recall the wounds,
yet I can feel the scars?
My words are worthless;
Perhaps I am too.
I cannot recall how I made it hurt,
I just know it won’t stop.
I’m sorry.
To be sorry.
To be true.
To hurt.
To be hurt.
To be alone.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
I tried to be.
A suffocating reality that twists through my veins.
I cannot recall the way it smelled,
So long ago the night looks almost like day.
I’m supposed to remember.
To sit in my shame and guilt.
But I cannot remember,
I cannot recall.
I’m supposed to hurt,
That’s how I know it meant something;
But I can only tip my head back,
And swallow.
Forgive me;
I cannot be sorry.
Alone again, at least until the fall,
A farewell blurred by the rushing wind.
I’m sorry;
At least I should be.
What monster has taken over my mind?
I deserve to be hurt.
Why can’t I recall the wounds,
yet I can feel the scars?
My words are worthless;
Perhaps I am too.
I cannot recall how I made it hurt,
I just know it won’t stop.
I’m sorry.
To be sorry.
To be true.
To hurt.
To be hurt.
To be alone.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
I tried to be.
Written by Nixprty
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The urn
Seven minutes remain of this simulation
where I have laid, restless to study this morning
my hands in the sodden sweetgrass where my skin was moistened
by death. It was the bloom that said don’t go back there, to the darkness within the shroud. The light at dawn wants to listen
to gunshot flair in the morning breeze. This day, you were framed in rage. Teeth gnashed and full throttle.
This day, I was the white heat of guilt, hands cramped
and muddied by the silt of forever. I was blended—
my emotion raw on my voice box, screaming “Why didn’t I do more.” You were seasoned to the streets, it’s hard to believe you didn’t sense it nearing.
We hadn’t spoken in well over a year. Your father longed for a reuniting but I knew your lifestyle was venom to the other children. I thought of Dolos, the personified spirit of treachery and guile. You were a trickster in life. Knew of the dark side and how to make a dollar. An outcast to the honest working folk.
Tattoos on your face; Save my soul written across your mandible. So offensive were the horns scribbled on your forehead: 31 years old and you just couldn’t own adulthood. I get it. You desired your rancor to be visual. The ink on your body told a turbulent story— no stray flowers in your bouquet. You were jaded. Condemned to this sphere. Paper-thin. On uneven ground
but you seemed to thrive in the concrete gardens. Germinating a need for every want. The lost ones trusted you for their fix. You knew your way around the boulevards just like the ladies you ruled over.
Did you seek the misbegotten? Some sort of wretched accrual of unfamiliar spices to season your dish? Recipes flush with resins that master the eye.
Who will walk the path beside you? Wherefore these saints to chip your incisors?
Month after month you are without proper rest; forced to simmer in a cardboard box because we can’t stand the thought of you outside, spread thin upon the soil. In the weather. Without a coat. This is the longest we’ve been together— ever since your mother
stole you away in your youth where she allowed you to raise yourself on the streets. I think you said you moved 46 times. I can’t even imagine the instability you must have felt. You were the marble in the dead end of a labyrinth with disarray at the helm. You just couldn’t seem to find your way. I know in my heart, your life would’ve been different if we raised you.
The last time your father and I tried to help you, you said being in that apartment was worse than prison— and you would know firsthand having spent your adulthood there. You were tired of the fight. Of being all alone. In a storm. With no umbrella
with your thoughts churning. Of addiction. Of pain. Of abandonment from your father in your youth. Divorce is ugly. Sadly it was you that carried the weight of it. And I know it was heavy. You sunk hard into the depths, pulling the weeds down with you. And the weeds are prickly in abandoned gardens, tendrils latched onto your emotions: your wit, your verve.
But you cultivated a life of grandeur there, launching headfirst underground where money and stature were your lifeblood; the driver of your persuasion. You relished in the material— heck, it never let you down. Your esteem was furthest reaching with every purchase; your ego stroked, en masse.
You were so violent. So angry. Never to us— just in your recollections of your life. I hope you understand why we let you go. We couldn’t help you if you weren’t willing to help yourself.
No thanksgiving dinners. No Christmas gatherings in the cruel of December. The courts wouldn’t allow you to be with your own child who now lived in our home. I’m not sure what that did to you but surely it had devolved your self-regard. You built up a shell. Layer upon layer of impenetrable scar— rigid, pitted and unaligned.
But all of this doesn’t matter now. You’ve been cast out to sea in a raft with a hole. Too many sins to rise up, not enough to breach the chasm. You are churning in the tempest. Drifting, drifting in endless night—without even a star to wish yourself out of it.
My cousin came to visit us this summer. She helped us greatly during the course of your transition from death to dust in the halls of her crematorium. She took care of everything; an Angel in our pocket. She told me that she had an urn that spoke to her during your brief time there. I know you chose it for yourself. I didn’t tell your father but I had to have this urn.
October 1, 2024: sixteen months after your death, your urn came in the mail today. Your father picked it up. It was wrapped in brown paper. Unmarked. Unassuming. When I told him to open it, he said he already knew what it was. Told me he had a feeling. Even though we had talked about burying your ashes beneath the apple tree we started from seed, he said he couldn’t bear the thought of not having you near him. This was my gift of eternal union.
We stood at the island, silenced and determined as your father transferred your ashes to your urn. I felt as though we should have said something but this was your father’s moment— you weren’t my son by blood.
Your urn suits you well. And now I hope you can finally row ashore. The ocean, now leavened. The tempest razed. The stars are finally clear to you. I hope you get that wish that you’ve been holding on to, even though its held in death. Whisper it softly as you settle. I’m sure heaven has room for one more.
where I have laid, restless to study this morning
my hands in the sodden sweetgrass where my skin was moistened
by death. It was the bloom that said don’t go back there, to the darkness within the shroud. The light at dawn wants to listen
to gunshot flair in the morning breeze. This day, you were framed in rage. Teeth gnashed and full throttle.
This day, I was the white heat of guilt, hands cramped
and muddied by the silt of forever. I was blended—
my emotion raw on my voice box, screaming “Why didn’t I do more.” You were seasoned to the streets, it’s hard to believe you didn’t sense it nearing.
We hadn’t spoken in well over a year. Your father longed for a reuniting but I knew your lifestyle was venom to the other children. I thought of Dolos, the personified spirit of treachery and guile. You were a trickster in life. Knew of the dark side and how to make a dollar. An outcast to the honest working folk.
Tattoos on your face; Save my soul written across your mandible. So offensive were the horns scribbled on your forehead: 31 years old and you just couldn’t own adulthood. I get it. You desired your rancor to be visual. The ink on your body told a turbulent story— no stray flowers in your bouquet. You were jaded. Condemned to this sphere. Paper-thin. On uneven ground
but you seemed to thrive in the concrete gardens. Germinating a need for every want. The lost ones trusted you for their fix. You knew your way around the boulevards just like the ladies you ruled over.
Did you seek the misbegotten? Some sort of wretched accrual of unfamiliar spices to season your dish? Recipes flush with resins that master the eye.
Who will walk the path beside you? Wherefore these saints to chip your incisors?
Month after month you are without proper rest; forced to simmer in a cardboard box because we can’t stand the thought of you outside, spread thin upon the soil. In the weather. Without a coat. This is the longest we’ve been together— ever since your mother
stole you away in your youth where she allowed you to raise yourself on the streets. I think you said you moved 46 times. I can’t even imagine the instability you must have felt. You were the marble in the dead end of a labyrinth with disarray at the helm. You just couldn’t seem to find your way. I know in my heart, your life would’ve been different if we raised you.
The last time your father and I tried to help you, you said being in that apartment was worse than prison— and you would know firsthand having spent your adulthood there. You were tired of the fight. Of being all alone. In a storm. With no umbrella
with your thoughts churning. Of addiction. Of pain. Of abandonment from your father in your youth. Divorce is ugly. Sadly it was you that carried the weight of it. And I know it was heavy. You sunk hard into the depths, pulling the weeds down with you. And the weeds are prickly in abandoned gardens, tendrils latched onto your emotions: your wit, your verve.
But you cultivated a life of grandeur there, launching headfirst underground where money and stature were your lifeblood; the driver of your persuasion. You relished in the material— heck, it never let you down. Your esteem was furthest reaching with every purchase; your ego stroked, en masse.
You were so violent. So angry. Never to us— just in your recollections of your life. I hope you understand why we let you go. We couldn’t help you if you weren’t willing to help yourself.
No thanksgiving dinners. No Christmas gatherings in the cruel of December. The courts wouldn’t allow you to be with your own child who now lived in our home. I’m not sure what that did to you but surely it had devolved your self-regard. You built up a shell. Layer upon layer of impenetrable scar— rigid, pitted and unaligned.
But all of this doesn’t matter now. You’ve been cast out to sea in a raft with a hole. Too many sins to rise up, not enough to breach the chasm. You are churning in the tempest. Drifting, drifting in endless night—without even a star to wish yourself out of it.
My cousin came to visit us this summer. She helped us greatly during the course of your transition from death to dust in the halls of her crematorium. She took care of everything; an Angel in our pocket. She told me that she had an urn that spoke to her during your brief time there. I know you chose it for yourself. I didn’t tell your father but I had to have this urn.
October 1, 2024: sixteen months after your death, your urn came in the mail today. Your father picked it up. It was wrapped in brown paper. Unmarked. Unassuming. When I told him to open it, he said he already knew what it was. Told me he had a feeling. Even though we had talked about burying your ashes beneath the apple tree we started from seed, he said he couldn’t bear the thought of not having you near him. This was my gift of eternal union.
We stood at the island, silenced and determined as your father transferred your ashes to your urn. I felt as though we should have said something but this was your father’s moment— you weren’t my son by blood.
Your urn suits you well. And now I hope you can finally row ashore. The ocean, now leavened. The tempest razed. The stars are finally clear to you. I hope you get that wish that you’ve been holding on to, even though its held in death. Whisper it softly as you settle. I’m sure heaven has room for one more.
Written by Everavalon
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