Bitter Rain

How long has it been
since your name last
escaped my lips?
The days turn to months
and those
to years
and these seasons blur
as they come and go.
Do you feel the same?
Do the seconds,
like sand in your freckled hands,
escape you?
These moments
without you
always feel the same;
a dream.
A dream
with no end.


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