Once we were a single language
Tasted on two tongues
We knew the landscape
Of words

Upon the edges of crumbling borders
The semiotics of we forked
On dialects of difference
Unraveling meaning

A heart cannot speak
To ears clogged only
With the dust of remembrance and
Extinct phrases

Time has ways of wearing
All the structures of love
Into nothing but sand echoes
Of lost conversation

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