and so do we all decant
all along our silent roads
incant in silent refrain:
‘when the book of breathing is closed
when the clocks are covered in the town of lazarus
when the faience of minds has declined to the last’
in that final silence that befalls us all
will the ghost of you remember me
and gather up the ghost in me
will you lovingly take the ashes and bone
and carry me home
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020
unbolt me 
Hey, that was really refreshing! Different from what I’ve read before! Keep writing:)
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Thanks so much, my friend. 😊
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Tony,
Romantic to the end and beyond, eh?
Thank you,
Gary
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Even unto death. 😊🙏
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A little faith goes a long way.
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Now that is a proper hard hitter. I can not think of a funny tangent this time. Damn.
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Success! 😋
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Love this…but then again, I always love the posts you and Tati do 😊
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Aw, thank you, Maria! We’re so glad you’re enjoying what we’re putting out there!
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Interesting
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Thanks!
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🖤🤍🖤
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😊😅🙏
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Oh, lovely! (Again!) How do you do it? What is your inspiration?
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I wish I knew, Rae, and thank you for your lovely, kind words! 🙏
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Lovely imagery, love the last verse very much. Well penned💖
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Thank you so much, Suzette. I really appreciate that! 🙏
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Always a pleasure❤
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Thank you for inviting me to join in this journey and considering ‘me’ in your ‘we’!
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You’re most welcome!
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