That Night

That night you died a little,
right before my eyes. I kissed
you and still you did not wake. I lifted
you in my arms and carried you
to an early grave. You invited
me in for a drink but I wasn’t ready.  
So I walked the nighttime fog and listened
to the howl of your voice for a thousand years.

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