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i try to stretch my neck

to see where the river ends

only to be smitten by a pain

that the furthest my eyes

could reach is where

the sky meets the river.

you are taken by the sky,

your shadows gone,

claimed by its boundlessness.



i try to gauge how far

my voice could reach

only to be smitten by

the angst that you are

too far away, further

than this river could reach,

too far to be able to

hear my sorrow-ridden voice

lost in the gush trailing this river.



the river sent you

to a neverland,

a one way journey

that has shuttled my soul

between stark reality and

self-consoling imaginations.



hopefully you would

rise like the vapours

to the kingdom above

and come down to cool

down this earth so chokeful of

unfulfilled missions and dreams

and to send that tide

to let me feel that you might just

be coming back to me.