How I want to live, and die

Some regrets come to mind,
like watching her dress
in the morning.
A flaming chest,
to occupy my mind –
and a mirror awaiting her.
And not telling her,
with a blueprint in my heart –
I will always love you.
Now, my living spirit
calls softly –
I want to live, and die –
among another
intersecting breath.
Like reaching into a pair –
once again.

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