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The Night

We celebrated Christmas. It was May. 
You said it didn’t matter, love is love.
We talked and laughed. You swept my tears away. 
You even bought a tiny turtle dove. 

You shopped. Oh how you shopped! Tinsel and twine
to tie the parcels given. Food for feast. 
We sang songs of the season, drank much wine. 
You wanted coffee; light came from the east. 

We hadn’t much more time.  You both drew near. 
You rested while I whispered words unknown. 
They floated ever slowly to your ear. 
I kissed your heads; your souls already flown. 

I woke. Remembered how I loved you so. 
And how I wished you didn’t have to go. 

 

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