Her voice was smooth as water
When you skim your hands across
Her fingertips trailed long across the ground
She raised her eyes to meet mine
And nothing stared right through me
She spoke with whispers that had not been said,
"Come find me in the forest, love
The twist to falling leaves
The way the mushrooms climb upon the log
Come find me in the river, dear
The stones that wear away
The bones that clatter where they can't be heard
Come find me in the aftermath
With all you have forgotten
And everything that grows from what you lose
Find me in your beating heart
It will not beat forever
And I am there in every moment gone."
She wasn't there before me
Though my eyes yet could see her
I closed them and knew I would not have long.
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