Holy Matrimony

New wife, new life.
An old flame whispers,
"I still love you."
It's sad, it isn't true.
Longing for the past
Or a future that resembles it.
What is this infatuation?
Blindly building our home on sand and ashes,
The home before
Lost to a fire like so many more.
Don't lose yourselves to the fire.
Don't forget desire.
Proud forgetfulness
Now a fearsome shadow
Following me
Chasing me
In holy matrimony.

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