In the end, holding you felt like holding a skeleton.

I meant to love you until one of us was dust for scattering. And then some.

I’d have adored you when you were just a pile of your own cinder, a plastic box of your ruined bones.

Instead, we disintegrated. We burnt up and escaped out the chimney with the breeze.

What a fleeting thing forever turned out to be.

Give me validation.

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