The Drought

The Drought | Poetry on Mooseymares

You don’t miss them, do you?
And you don’t speak.
They shall not weep for nothing,
If your heart does not miss them.
Someday someone will reach out to them
And tell them they need them.
The wish shall be granted.
The right way this time.
The drought will end.

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