Am I greedy because I love?
Feeding on the impossible.
Pining for what he had forgotten and laid to rest.
By Emily Dickinson
Heart! We will forget him!
You and I—tonight!
You may forget the warmth he gave—
I will forget the light!
When you have done, pray tell me
That I may straight begin!
Haste! lest while you're lagging
I remember him!
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