What befalls me
when you walk
away
Thunder rams
to match
the
hammering
of my barren
heart
Clouds squeeze out
every last drop
weeping my
tears
onto parched
earth
Buried seeds
sprout
their salvaged
shells
My traitor mind
envisions
fertile hope
And yet, you
have never
returned.
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