The Procession

Caught up in this procession, all the disgruntled parts of me resist and yell, but their currencies are muted screams. Whatever this is, it is bigger than me. When I get there, do this one thing for me. Do not neglect me in the dirt. Do not pour me lovingly in the sea. I cannot love you from these places. My love, bury me in your favourite songs. Let me linger for you in their melodies. Let me live for you in those sweet words that find a home in your heart.


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