The loneliness bears down
With unrelenting heat.
My heart crawls wearily
In the desert of separation.
Days and hours move along
Like a passing blur.
Your eyes are my mirage.
They float on the humid air;
Two wells for my soul.
My parched heart cracks and crumbles
Wearily.
I cannot go back to yesterdays pastures,
So I'll crawl on,
Waiting for summer's shadow.
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