The absurdity of our situation
Is one that puts at high risk our relation
The sun and its following clouds pass us by
But it is those thunder storms that run us dry
Together we are as one
But it is seems to me, we are the ocean's pun
Through its malecious ways
Our love is put upon a maze
Silence seems to be my phone's eternal companion
Making it to be as deep and distant as the Grand Canyon
If the time is opportune,
Please come back to me by the next moon
But for now the image of you in my mind will have to do
Just don't let this be our last Adieu
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