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The Document

He told me
to start making preparations.
I listened as if it were
about someone else,
the need to do this
to remain detached,
keeping eyes clear
while reading the fine print.
As the last ritual,
I burned
everything left of him-
his letters,
dried roses
inserted between the pages
of an old greeting card,
collected in a box.
At the end,
I didn't even collect
the ashes.

21 Jun 07

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Hurtful, raw, unapologetic emotion without emotionality confusing the issue.  Very well done.
 — Isabelle5

Thanks, Isabelle.

Trimmed some lines.
 — JoelJosol

Dropped the last two lines "except for/my signed document/"
 — JoelJosol