My Dearest . . .
Standing on the edge of we,
hourglass cracked and spilling
future time out of mine
and yours
resting in the sand
left there a million years
before you arrived . . .
. . . you became ten thousand
drops of water
in the ocean
and the weight of a mountain
in
one handful of dust.
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