Your energy disperses with
The death which has occurred
As you become a kind of myth,
A subject for the word,
As even now my verses try
To carry you across
Upon the breath of memory
That constitutes my loss.
They build a structure in your wake,
A kind of shadow semblance,
But what has caused my heart to break
Arcane before it trembles.
If I might tap your spirit while
I sleep, or wake, or walk,
Then I with death might reconcile
As with myself I talk.
I fear the final reckoning
When I am called to falter,
But since I cannot fix the sting
My course I will not alter.
A death but augurs one more death
Or many more besides,
But with your name upon my breath
It hardly woe betides.
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