I am the wind

you are the ash,

the gust swept remains of a long awaited death.

I am the world warmed,

thanking the dawn after a long

visionless night,

I am that rejoicing bird

flying over your grave.

I am the sun,

setting above the black valleys

from where I rose - the lightness 

you couldn't hold,

you were the darkness exposed.

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