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May the first eyes to close
be yours.
May the first lips to exhale the last sigh
be yours.
May the first heart to flutter off
be yours.
May the first body to burn in the pyre
   of love’s fire
be yours.

And may mine be
the eyes that weep for loss
the lips that kiss cold lips
the heart that beats in vain
the shoulder that bears the dead weight
   of remembrance instead.

May the one to walk the last leg of the journey
   alone
be me

not you.