The rain shall continue to pour
and washes the unwanted all.
Will I forget? Will I?
I wonder the whatifs.
I wonder about the swim.
The swim that I have waited for so long
Has come to naught.
What if
What if
There is no turning back now
The shed tears
The extinguished hope
The misguided light
Has no place
The coffin is bare
The grave is empty
Where has it gone
In the waters
Of my memory
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