Waves and pleats,
And droplets and wisps,
And all your favourite words
Stacked high
In perfect harmony.
Phrases so beautiful;
You want to steal them,
Make them your own,
And remember them always.
Your memory will fail.
When you're no longer there,
I'll be the waves in the fluidity,
Our lives will be the pleats across the spans of short time.
See the water and the clouds,
See the love and the heartbreak,
But you won't see me.
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