You and I, once upon
a time, lived on the two
sides of a rain
flooded valley and
I often swam across to your shore.
This way, unaware
we fell in love and when
the rain stopped, the
valley dried, leaving me
in a mud filled graveyard.
Trying to swim across
now in this mud is futile,
unless rain comes again,
or you,
walk across and exhume
my remains to see
what is left.
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