I can’t look at mountains
without wanting you
trekking ahead of me,
leading me to summits
I would not explore alone,
taking me to a world
where only you and I
see the vastness of time
rise to touch eternity
as history spreads
in peaks and valleys.
Western clouds gather
to rumble and spill.
How many thunderstorms
will resound through my pane
with flashes of light
and tremulous echoes
before my heart stops
waiting for you?
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