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I buried it profoundly in my mind
If it isn't seen, surely it can't be
But the aura of the corpse never decompose
I kept waiting for that sweet scent to pass away
Despite my distance, I often smelt it
Within those moments, I felt remorse
It is long deceased but lives singularly by my hand
I know it is so
The soil whispers to me all that know
And I'm alone here, in this private cemetery of the psyche

I sometimes scratched at free soil, attempting to bury beyond reason
To find my attachment to that dearly departed sensation
I haven't gotten far, but with an abyss this wide, I may fall through

And I kept trying to bury it all in the back of mind
Allowing that mummified emotion to torment me whenever and wherever

Sadly, I couldn't let it go
It was love
The genre of love that demanded the unity of two in order to become one
But that remainder that I can't resuscitate
Leaves me there
In the back of my mind
Mourning for ambiguity