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.
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