I am the Shroud

Hanging from the edge of my mind
i heard her knocking on my doorstep

my eyes ran to the door
and found no one there

no brown hair to bury my face in
no hands to peel off the shrouds
that covered our broken thoughts

I dreamed of fire lighting up the sky
and tonight I’ll burn, and burn again

a long weekend for love disregarded
bittersweet dance for the departed

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