--- Not Again ---
If you are reading this,
Then I've died…
Again.
This time, I pray
Will be my last.
My last Will.
I hope I went down
"Fighting the good fight"
With you all by my side.
Please, this time
Let me go.
Don't tempt fate.
I'm not tempted;
I'm done.
Believe I am at peace…
At peace because I've known love.
And be at peace
Knowing I love you
All and always.
She had to know, this time
They wouldn't bring her back;
Couldn't bring her back.
She'd expressed her wishes to a trusted friend.
Written it all down.
Put into words what she wanted for her end.
And when, for him,
That awful night came
And her spirit was freed once more of this life,
He made the arrangements:
Just as she'd asked;
Just as he'd promised.
They had a service:
A celebration of her life;
An intimate gathering.
Together they stood,
Her dearest friends,
To say goodbye…
Again.
The third time's the charm… so they say.
In the wee hours of night,
He stood alone.
His heart aching,
Mourning his loss of her…
Again.
Then just before dawn,
High on a bluff
Overlooking the sea,
He pulled the lid
From the simple vessel that held her,
And scattered her ashes to the wind.
With the sunrise,
His own followed.
Ashes to ashes,
Now, together
We are dust.
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A/N: Feedback appreciated. (…and you can decide for yourself whether 'he' is Spike or Angel.)