Shimmering, a mirage
Over my path ahead,
The heat relentless.
Warm wet air alone
Embraces me at night.
It is almost cold.
Here, waters refuse
To turn to ice.
Fluid like memory of pain.
Suddenly, a crack
Sky opens with rain.
Shivering, I remember.
*****
Well, maybe it isn't completely free of the "relationship" tinge--what can you do, eh?
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