Never In Spring ✓

twenty-third: forever has no limits

I'm reaching that broad-brimmed bridge of consolation now.

It beckons to me, the oasis to my unquenched thirst.

With all those storms we endured, the reeling aftermath, 

This slowly forming bitterness is much harder to stomach.

Look at me now, with regrets turning in my head.

Here you and I used to lie together in the bed we made, 

The cold and silent:

We spent our days shrouded in that mutual disappointment.

But I will bring chrysanthemums to your grave for evermore. 

I oath this to you, on the seasons of life we lost:

For better or worse, in sickness and in health,

Forever has no limits or exceptions.

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