There was no time to say good-bye,
no time to waste to bury them.
we left them then,
cold, naked in the rain,
knowing only time would cleanse the stench.
We fled.
Wherever we could hide.
No time to share where we were going.
We kept on going.
Then,
when autumn gilded leaves we ran,
when fields sparkled under ice we huddled in our fur,
when warm winds churned the mud we walked,
and now another year has passed.
We pause.
And for a single stolen moment facing dawn,
remember what was ours.
Then turn
and keep on going.
There is no time for tears.
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