lies in lonely lines
ridges like arms
that could not contain
the beloved.
When the sun sinks the trees
stretch sunken shadows
fragile like fingers
that have lost their grip
on sanctity.
When the summer fades the water
hardens into harsh hiding
frozen like feet
that cannot follow
the track.
When you leave the room, the world
disintegrates into despair
silenced like my heart
that hates to remember
being alone.
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