A Recurring Fever

This ‘cursed fever,
Breaks upon my mind’s shoreline,
Dragging away every thought.

I wish you were here,
Not to tend to ailing bones,
But nurse my spirit anew.

I lie here dying,
Wondering of my last death:
My name on your lips, no more.

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