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Love I died long ago in my Head,
And grievers came and went,
Were laying flowers softly,
For Heart dead before spent,
They shed their tears for aeons,
Held funerals, sang a dirge,
Carried my soul in little box,
To rest on Heaven’s heath,
But they rejoiced to see me,
Sent up to bells of God,
And to come one, under the sun,
With the Angel squad.
Meg Sherman is a poet and frequent contributor to Painted Brain.