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Every fading of the light,
(bright to dark),
you come to me.
.
.
As I wait with
stinging eyes and
tired mind
by the fire,
with
aching in my heart that
hurts and
suffocates
my throat as I whisper your name in
reverence.
Then again in
joyousness.
Then again in
hopefulness.
Then again
and again
and again
and again and again–
you come to me–
in utter longing.
.
.
Wipe my eyes and
hold me close
by the fire.
And! I hear!
And! I fear!
As you say,
"I love you," and
so, I know
you shall leave me,
soon.
"And I–"
aware of death kissing your neck–
"love you."
.
.
You are gone by the time the light returns
(my arms empty, body cold).
-About Mevek Agvain and Reim Kertia
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