A fountain of hope
pure, unwanting and sincere
pouring out and flowing free
but never running on empty
A reflection of my visage on its surface
a constant reminder of
the missing part of my soul
forever needing
endlessly wanting
I run my fingertips along the stream
Watch the reflection disappear
and know in my heart that it's never coming back

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