She was
The prettiest
Of summers,
My reason
To dream,
She made
The winter warm
And made every day
Last a season
Or so it seemed,
But what time passed
Between our laughs,
A bitter clock
Ticked it away
Twice as long
When she parted,
Like an eternal
Haunting of a drip
From a faucet in the night,
And inconsolable was my wait,
Diamonds to a parched tongue
Riches to a bed ridden man,
But I wouldn't trade this hell
For a purgatory without her...

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