A landslide cut the pass overnight
the path we'd walked
gone
in lightning flash
mud and rain
Clouds that drift apart and away
eventually drift back
float
hovering like memories
until heavy with temptation, they fall
I wish we were clouds
wish time really healed
wounds
wish blood of martyred dreams
could cycle like rain forever
But we're made of mortal stuff
and only taste eternity in endings, only
feel
what little we have left
through what has left us forever.
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