Her tears

Her tears are drying out
It is late for some
Considered early for others
There’s not much left of her now
Slowly
Drop by drop
It’s coming to an end
Awaited, finally
A night of pure sleep
As the last river has dried
There he stands
She curses
She pleads
She shouts elevated cries of departure
He remains
What was once almost dry is now drenched
Will it ever end?

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