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linger
Linger
So cold, unable to move
my own invisible chains.
Until you came
I was free, free to become me.
The cold trembled away at your touch
That inking shadow that my own mother, your daughter, grandma
left hung and spread over me like a cloak of midnight
Forever leading me in the black days.
I know you saw it, knew it to your very essence of your core
only because you had done it before
You flawlessly took her place and took me in your
outstretched arms. I will forever live with my
eyes a living waterfall of sorrow.
To merely linger only a few seconds on the haunting
face and voice of yours beats at my soul.
Please, I beg you; please please
make this one exception for me, if only for me.
I wish for you to abandon your high grace
and take pity on the one little soul you left.
I will never forgive the way you passed.
My innocent eyes, they watch in agony
they witnessed death sweep into your breast, gracefully, as though to conceal its wretchedness.
A cloud of black smoke.
Death that had seeped into your bones so long ago
the moment I was told it was far too late.
I often wish you would shimmer into existence
On Christmas eve, becoming my ghost of the past present and future, to tell me of my wrongs
How, may I ask, can a woman of your fire
do such a thing as to vanish?
How, do please, tell me.
How can you allow me to watch
as my world withered away as though
It were only a child’s dream.
Even now, as the millennium passes, my heart
will sob and scream in torment
My soul soon joins it
Together a banshees’ wail
inside me it is caged
So only hear
Only i feel
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