these constant waves
I know the reason now
the desert always returns
after the heaviest downpour
after my hand pushes through
to almost reach out and touch you
everything then withdraws
everything retreats
it all pulls in
within
and then blooms
once again, very slowly
into the garden we have known
into the splendor of the sun we share
into the moments we have longed to know
to again slowly fade from our view
trying to make a memory of you
when you were there so real
so present, so very true
burning deep within
until the wave...
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