-Diamonds glitter like peices of broken
glass on your-cold,
still finger,
My love for you told
by symbol, unspoken.
-Hopeful, I look at your form,
but, you never again will rise
-get up from this-slumber,
Never again will I feel your
touch so warm and tender
Wreaths of fragrant flowers so fine
form a frame around a-painting,
of this vessel of pine,
our journey together
the final hours defined.
Wearily I lift myself up
-leaving, you
I suppress a sob,
I dry my eyes, to proceed
with the-job of living.
HS
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