to the dying spirit of an unread book.

dearest love

misery and cauldron of magic

i feel the dance and flicker

of your spirit still

as you succumb

don't leave me

to the long defeat

of pages unturned and

spines grown too stiff

your voice struck dumb

songs long forgotten

but with a prance and whicker

of some coltish fucked up joy

i still get side stabs

of how we were

when we were young together

we battled hard my love

and got there in the end

so let's never forget

that one perfect moment

alone together at the end

but the battle made me old

too hard and soft

and your spark has grown

sad gone cold

we're both so tired

too many voices joined in song

suggestions from those

who never met your

spirit

they drowned you out

and the worst thing

that will haunt a

small unknown

part of my soul

is that we let them

farewell and adieu

and know that i carry you

on my skin and in

my heart

a beautiful stain

i can't stay to die here

but i'll leave you never

you came from my soul so

I am

yours forever

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