He held his arms up to the
sky
and cupped the golden orb
in the palms of his hands,
curling them inside
themselves,
until the rays are
diminished.
How much I love you,
you my sun, I
cannot
tell you that with words.
I can only lament to you
my longing and love.
His boot stomped out the
bright flame
of the cigarette butt,
until no spark,
no trail of smoke, was left.
Forget, he told her sweetly.
forget the muse that pounds
on the walls of your skull,
the lull of the violin,
the rumbling of the trombone,
the rolling of the drums.
Embrace your new role as
wife,
And forget what once gave you
strength to live.
How much I love you,
you my sun, I
cannot
tell you that with words.
I can only lament to you
my longing and love.
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