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Old Lovers

(Packing their things)

If for no other reason
but for you,
I will believe in a Heaven
Because I promised
to never leave you

In spite of all the blanks
of my life
-torn out and spilled
by big and little things,
I'll mend one hole inside
to carry this love for you

When Death dismisses us
as weeds
When our jaded hopes bleed
an envious green
I'll tear my shirt into strips
to slow the drain
For there is so much
of your life
I've yet to see
and I do not want
to wait for eternity

His scythe will not follow through
into our dreams
Death will not have
its eventually
God will say
bring what you can carry
So I'll carry you
and you carry me
How rich, this love
we will be

This house, where
we've collected invaluables
-Our shadow drawings
and poetics of lovemaking,
will be sold next to nothing
Because we shall leave nothing behind

Except the ghosts
That will outbid all others
Calling, calling
the old lovers home.

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