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Ashes

I burned all of our sweetest memories' fill

And scattered onto the wind the bitter dark grey ashes

But little specks and residues lingered still

And floated softly onto my tearstained lashes

How very strange it is, melancholically funny

That despite our ignited passion's funeral pyre

The tiniest traces of your soul still lingered behind

And it gave me just one last reason to cry.