When I am dead and gone
please let our history be.
I never meant to hurt you.
Of that I promise. Can’t you see?
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Please do not tarnish what we had
with memories dark as night
of things I can’t recall I did
before my soul took flight.
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Please let the good that is now
be the beauty that remains.
When I have left your side
let my memory not cause you pain.
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And so let us enjoy this time
while we are here as one
before night settles in
and my soul leaves to meet the sun.
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soulful requests like this are like flowers laid at the doorstep of a waiting heart.
Beautiful murmurs from your pen! 🙂
Thanks Steph. Even your comments are poetic and beautiful!