I burned the words she wrote to ash
And threw them above the valley nearby.
They clung to the clouds and came down
As sweet, refreshing, renewing rain.
I wept as I felt them cross my skin,
But knew not how to reply to them.
They once had meant the world to me,
But now the wet my world and make me see
The truth of the past with her.
--C.R.E.
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