.

Water runs over stones

Making its way down the trace.

Flowing where it is meant to go.

It cannot undo 

The molecules of itself 

Left behind on stones and soil.

You are like that warm wetness 

Flowing over the stones 

That were once my heart

Leaving words and hopes 

Meant for another more perfect way...

That path where 

Your everything rests 

All the time.

The days flow over 

My changing heart.

Some of me drifts away 

And some lies waiting

Because in the end

I can't unlove you.

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