Determined as we were to see what we could be
Inseparable in the times we had
Silence became the only conversation we could have
That ultimately lead to our end
Resolute in the facts, we could not mend
Asunder we drifted apart, a gap too large for either to cross
Consumed with the art of wanting to be right
Torn apart, unable to be brought back together
I will miss you when we fall to pieces
Onward we must go, maybe to see each other again
Never to truly know
About the Creator
Jazzy
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Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Cravena day ago in Fiction
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