to the graveMature

I think of you when I think of me -
no space between.

There is nothing -
no moment that passes,
no heartbeat lapses -
to keep your ghost
out of my bones.

I'll take you to my grave.

Your name is a wine stain
darkening my lips to crimson.
You're an unshakable condition
coursing through my veins -
blurring the lines I carved.

I'll take you to my grave.

The End

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