I should have died on a Friday in November
A moment of peak joy
I should have died with you
Your arm in mine, your hand in mine
Our skeletal bodies locked together for all time
There would be no mistake
I was there, with you
With no one else but you
200 people died that day
Two were truly, madly, deeply in love
Two had shared a week of intimacy
Two had begun as intellectual friends
And ended at the height of happiness
They’ll find us
Charred and burned and ruined
Your leg around mine… our bones closer than even we had been
Smiles in the ashes
Black and in pieces, but together
Now. forever
We died to live forever together on the last day of November
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