these clouds could burn away
from the sapphire
leaving something left
to share their glint and sparkle
and call to mind
the day they first took you in
the burnt umber and blaze
of the memory of you
being the only vision
left singed into this space
i reserved for you
serving no purpose but despair
the day could begin and end
as it once did for us
before the eclipse stole our view
of the vacant promises we made
and the empty well we left
once overflowing, cool upon our feet
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