Your whole worshipped half of his,
His whole loved all of hers,
Dusk was the time; the heart was quietus,
Insufferable hope seeking one in saint prayers.
Blanketed inside a midnight house,
Will of a half-eaten soul embracing entombed memories,
Funeral for one body and two Hearts,
Done by sowing the forgotten times.
Tore your whole to mend his half,
While seeking a chamber that ceased to exist,
Burying one body; two Hearts,
A glimpse of closure; raise a glass to the love you never had.
Nestled a throbbing heart beneath your parched body,
To lament a loss and mourn for him,
Awaiting torture for a soulmate who was never meant to be,
His only image became dreams, forbidden to reach.
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