Keep Me In Your Heart

Keep me in your heart,
she asked,
while I go bury
a part of me
but recently, unspeakably,
gone.
They were just here,
those memories he gave me,
while learning laughter at his feet.
They were not mine at all, they were
his,
but they colored the blandness
of my dreams
and gave them wings
to fly on their own.

So keep me in your heart,
she asked,
while I go to carve a headstone
for a life I wanted lived
a hundred more years worth
of loving,
but now lost, now lost,
to words I'd always meant
to say,
to smiles no one else can now see
except through
my tears.

So keep me in your heart,
she asked,
while I grieve, and grieving,
celebrate a heart
that now must beat
through my own defeats,
through my own victories.
I have loved, I have been
loved,
But keep me in your heart still,
while I go close one door,
before opening
another.

Moth2UrFlame
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