Into every nook and cranny you have flowed
till every room of life has been refreshed by you
and I discover I’ve been swimming through
a dry and desert world where no one’s owed
a thing and many die of aching thirst,
their bones left bleaching in the sun while I
am always soaked and satisfied-- but why,
for me to see, must you have left me first?
Yet I had never known that I was in
the desert till we met, and then I learned
that all my life the constant sand had burned
my blistered feet, the sun had scorched my skin
and your love seemed so necessary then
like it does now that you are gone again.
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