So long

Why must I share the dying sparks

Of the flame that I once was…

With you, who is a raging fire

With no use for the past?

Why would I want to see you cry

At the grave of my dead heart?

What is lost today was a part of me

Of it you were no part.

We live but once and who am I

To clip your happy wings?

So flit along and find your joy

In the flowers of the spring

~Swati~

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