but maybe

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and old man, sat alone at the table

holding a container of ashes

it held the love of his life inside

the person he had built a home with

the person he held as he went to sleep

the one he had raised kids with

the person his hair grayed and receded with

the one he had proposed to

and all of that had turned to dust

'til death do us part

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