The Crew Fires Off its Last Flare

Would you mind

if I walked you through the afterlife

hand in hand

arm in arm

and we danced in the moonlight

as the ship sank into the depths?

 

Would you mind

if I told you I could not live another

moment

without you

and that I am coming for you

when you wake the next morning?

 

Would you mind

if I asked you to marry me

on the sixth of July

under a moonlit sky

when heaven ascends

above Hercules?

 

Would you mind

if I called you by your true name

and offered you my hand

to dance until our feet are numb

and the ice encompasses us both?

 

Would you mind

if I shouted you out in this poem

and ensured that no matter where you were

you would know

that you will always be

my darling?

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