I want to take this chance to dedicate
every dark thought, every dark dream, every dark word
I have ever written
Crepuscular and Quiet Companion.
When the time comes
I will bury next
to the tree in my yard
the one that died for no reason at all
when I was 13 years old.
I won’t bury you deep, in grave lined with granite or marble or cement
My Dark and Quiet Companion
I want you to come back to me soon
after you’ve gone
So we can play with words and thoughts and dreams
like we always have
uninterrupted, alone in our darkness
Under trees that have died
for no reason
My Crepuscular and quiet Companion.
Inspired By The Daily Addictions Prompt: Dedicate