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Cherish these tears before
they collect the salt that I stole
before they wipe the cheek that I once ran across
before they slash at the floors that keep my lover stable
that prepare her knees for a messy landing
that cradle her head as it crumbles under pressure

pieces and pieces of forgotten timber
trees fear for something more
than a simple earth scare
treating the bleeding bark
hiding the tears behind some black-eyed fur
coughing behind the clear-throated past
hiding in the roots
of someone who is forgetting
someone who has given less
always recieving more
when no more could be obtained

I am thirsty once again
though I have not the permission of the wind
and thus I must rule out direction
if I was to seek out her mouth
I could never prepare myself for the trip to come
since she would leave me no other path to follow
except through the darkness that currently cradles her dispair

maybe I will see her cheek again
maybe I will walk on something harder than brown grass
maybe one day I will grow a tree without a surrounding wilderness
and with her hand scooping out the ground waste for me
I will prepare a place for her tears to grow in
forming around true promises this time
that do not always crumble like useless old me
all will grow again inside of that more perfect understanding
and my theivery will seem to subside for the time being