Our feet tread upon
the cracked curb
- morning wet forgotten;
"Closer. Come closer."
Our gazes slip sideways,
and we part ways,
unspoken wish come undone;
The soft sky brightens,
punctuating my shattered
silence.
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Tonya R. Moore
Jamaican writer & editor. Half-baked poet.
I write about dark stuff and star stuff.
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Loved the emotions you conveyed in this poem! You did a wonderful job!