Her cross to bear

By Suryadeep Basiya

I sit on the shore and etch your name
only for the waves to wash it away,
let death come riding in all its glory
for I no longer wish to live this day...

while in peace we lie six feet under, me
and my broken-heart, a smile I shall wear,
carve her name on my tombstone
and that shall be her cross to bear...

may her heart be my cenotaph
so that all shall know where I sailed,
comprehend that I too, once loved
and that I too, had once failed...

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