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when the mountains
succumb to the weight
of their worries
and rivers return
to their source
when the sun stays aloft
in wait for her moon
will I have forsaken
the story of us

when all becomes one
I will be you –
and far in the night
you’ll ache
as I do

when crickets forget
the reason they sing
and tides revert
to the sea
I’ll sleep through the winter
with hope
for the spring

I’ll watch every star
realign –
awaiting a memory
of me

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