Let it be

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  Let it be,don’t pick the bonesso cleanthere was magic somewhere therestars were in your eyesyou personified a dreamI was always meant to flyout of sight. Let it be,don’t fling us to the grounddon’t sullywhat we have often beena hand to hold,a voice in lonely night,a meaning so profoundwe lost it. Can’t you seemortality’s a hollow coilillusionary themeshave brought us  to our kneesexplanations stutterleave us snarlingface to facestill failing. Let it be,rawness rubbed with saltis aching,nothing  you or I can ever saywill take away  the joyof knowing you again:but now we’ve turned and walked awayinfinity plays her rabid games, with our hearts. 

Poetry