I wish you were immortal

My dearest….


I wish you were immortal


Or life would be bland


Days would be an agonizing drag from what they used to be 


I would hum the songs of sorrow through my memories 


Before drifting off to nightmares


My eyelashes would drip with tears like damp leaves on a rainy evening


Loving would seem impossible to do again


You were a piece of work


Your chest was filled with soft fists radiating through the mirror


You were a warrior


Reminding me that women were not beasts


But rather rebels of our time


Shattering differences into puzzle pieces meant to be fit together


For now the bed will stay larger than usual


The pictures will stay in place


And the ring will be left unoccupied


This poem is about: 
My community
Our world
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