SEPARATE PATHS

the words ceased

like the flame

from a candle,

once bright

now a line

of swirling

gray smoke

 

the silence between

them was unbalanced

resembling the

uncommon brick

on the wall

 

each soul

unprepared for

despair or a miracle,

summer or winter

 

but,

it was trenched

in cold,

the autumn of rain

numbing the skin

to separate paths

 

 

 

 


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