your burden to bury
in a casket of gray.
your heart is wary
since that autumn day.
your vow was spoken
under silver moon.
your promise, broken
unexpectedly, too soon.
your farewell has come
before a given chance.
til death do us part.
you may have the first dance.
-- r.s.
Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 12:48 PM UTC
your burden to bury
in a casket of gray.
your heart is wary
since that autumn day.
your vow was spoken
under silver moon.
your promise, broken
unexpectedly, too soon.
your farewell has come
before a given chance.
til death do us part.
you may have the first dance.
-- r.s.
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