Elegy

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Here is my elegy

For all those who have gone from me

To all who promised to never leave

To all whom I naively believed

I should have known

Not all that glitters is gold, & nothing gold can stay

I am lying here in these dead, golden leaves

The wind stirs & they start to blow away

I am struggling to recall a memory that has almost slipped away irrevocably

The wind stirs again, & it has passed, belongs to the past, past the point of return

I am lying here in a pile of old polaroids & postcards, to decide if I should keep or burn

I hear the tintinnabulation, I know it is time

I don't know if I want to remember or forget

A disfigured marionette, thrown down a spiral staircase

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