Why do I pine the love and then  
Mourn that which has never risen?  

A humming dulcimer when struck,  
Night rain pelts the wrought iron mute.  
Is there no one (else) to respond?  
I lost everything to his love.  
Alone.  So forever alone  
As your pale hand reassures me.  
You've always found me beautiful  
In spite of the bleak perversions.  
Your distant memory humbles,  
Incredulous, you resurrect.  
Seeking not penance, but to have  
My century dashed in the flames  
Of your corruption; my body  
Controlling the conflagration.  
Becoming one at last as my  
Bone-white ash blows back onto you.  
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
Published | Edited 16th Sep 2020
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