time was once
I heaped epithets
upon your name
like dirt upon a corpse
I feared vampyric
would rise to feast
upon my sanguine soul,
but now I know there is no
incantation to extirpate
your memory
or the love I wish
you'd felt for me
better to memorialize
neither disparaging
nor with plaintive sighs
but simply as one
neither good nor bad
likewise for the times we had
so in equanimity
to find tranquility
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