were I to die
look not upon my face
prepare no coffin flowers hymns
no eulogies nor sad refrains
pray remember the flame
that scorched our hearts
the thrill of lightening
that shocked our limbs
the gripping ache, when
forced to be apart,
we loved unconditionally
with neither choice nor reserve,
were I to die
look not upon my face,
close your eyes
feel happy
© Graham R Sherwood 12/21
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