My Dearest Valentine

When all the poems        
of this story have been written          
  and our dreams dreamt          
  without expectation          
         
 nothing shall prevent          
 the remembering of Us          
   in rich gratitude          
   having loved and been loved.          
         
When our Spirits divert          
between that fork of death          
   and this physical legacy            
   is no more than poetics          
         
   we will think fondly          
   with our final breath—          
   together or not          
         
'Twas enough to've loved          
   and been loved in return—          
     
   it always was.          
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