.
Water runs over stones
Making its way down the trace.
Flowing where it is meant to go.
It cannot undo
The molecules of itself
Left behind on stones and soil.
You are like that warm wetness
Flowing over the stones
That were once my heart
Leaving words and hopes
Meant for another more perfect way…
That path where
Your everything rests
All the time.
The days flow over
My changing heart.
Some of me drifts away
And some lies waiting
Because in the end
I can’t unlove you.
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