An Old Friend

Death feels like the end
But as long as I remember you
There is no end to you
You live on
Even if you didn’t survive.
You burn through my existence
With fiery feet of love.
I burn. I weep to ease some pain.
It bursts sometimes
Like a dam over fire.
But it doesn’t extinguish.
So the eyes become
Weapon or medicine.
The heart is full.
Death, lift your veil.
Kiss me and say
We’ll meet again.

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