Driving in the car
listening to music
still mourning you
a dj's afternoon pick
comes out of the speakers:
Wagner's Flying Dutchman.
Your death pounds me again
cause that was my choice
when having met you last
to hear that opus
instead of returning
to the empty house
- not knowing -
it was to be our last
after so many years.
You came haunting
this afternoon
and forever we shall
rest in the sea of souls
separated by fate
joined in poetry.
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