The bitterness is my companion;
My lungs, my heart, my veins so dry;
When you left, you left me as a canyon,
As a bird with no more wings to fly.

My longing is as deep as any ocean
But my hope the deadliest of deserts;
There is no more curing potion.
There is nothing but unspoken words.

My wounds are wounds time will not mend,
Ponds and seas and rivers will I cry;
But all of this will have an end-
I can follow the clouds into the sky.

The ice age of my soul is going to unfreeze
And melt into a paradise of trees.

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