EPITAPH


It follows as I grit my teeth
To leave no trace if not in a heart
No mark upon the earth
But perhaps
These words
No shadow of false tears
Lay thee upon me
Rather I be gone as a breath of wind
For I lived in a borderworld
Cursed as someone might say
But as I leave, I leave but a kiss
You can't see it, can't feel it
But it's there upon that breeze
Feel it?
If anyone didn't want
That which I am and was
They need not look
To make themselves feel better
By feeling sad
With appropriate tears
Which might last fifteen minutes
Perhaps!
So, read this, it is my epitaph
I was not alone
I did finally know love
Blood of my blood
You saw fit to ignore me
So be it
The kiss is upon the breeze
Yes, that one.

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