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Your eyes seem to wonder if
charred memories will
remain to be alive-
or,will they come
to rest like
dying embers.

I came to watch
each comings and goings of never
ending plays- with a splendor that
seem to mock the existence of
your half-conscious soul
as you remained
oblivious and
longing- not for
the final bow even if
droplets would cease to gush
out from your wound that
would never heal.

I heard
your ardent wish for
eternal strokes to capture the
sketch of divine fragments that
you longed to keep.
Suddenly, you
asked from the heavens if
it would be a sin to wish- not for
the locks to seal the part of a whole
that remained half-finished-
without a promise of
continuity¶s bliss.

I feel you
breathing still-
for a chance to gather the embers
before the end will embark to
a new beginning.
With one lingering look
you¶ve finally took
each careful step away-
while you carry the
tears unshed, and
the epitaph
slowly changes.

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