Friday, September 23, 2011

Shadow Box

I hope we die at the very same moment
In a tragic crash in the sky

Our last laugh ringing out like chimes
Snared in clouds, we didn't say goodbye

We'll be lost together, painlessly
Scattering our ashes into the sea

Smokes from the flames of our cauterized limbs
Mingling with salty ocean breeze

They'll bury our bits in our wedding day clothes
But temper your tears and your pain

Because all along we hoped and prayed
To return as one to the dust from which we came

I wrote this on 9/15/11 {photo, cover of Wye Oak's Civilian}

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