Dust

If my death promises my love for you

More than this trinket of a lifetime I have,

Then twist a knife through me.

Take my corpse closer to you and listen.

Listen to how every smudge of my dust

Strains its last breaths

To recite the poem

That your name is.

Symphoning what's left of me

To conceal all my flaws;

Striving to make my cadaver

Worth your shadows.

But, I fail

Fail to be the paragon that

I never was.

And as I depart for a

Journey ever so unfathomable,

I let my frame, for one last time,

Drench in Your fragrance

And leave you with just

The memories of Mine.