"We are broken,"
we can no longer say,
"We can carry on,"
and,
"We can rise,"
as rage subsides...
we see
now,
My Love,
We must move on.
So much water has passed between us.
"The uncertainty hurts."
We cannot say,
"Why"
and,
"What matters."
"Truth?"
"Us?"
Can you see?
I can see...
in these clear skies...
Now,
What we are...
Tears falling.
Lost to the wind...
Inside an ocean...
droplets forgotten.
We will never be...
Whole.
About the Creator
Caroline Jane
CJ lost the plot a long time ago. Now, she writes to explore where all paths lead, collecting crumbs of perspective as her pen travels. One day, she may have enough for a cake, which will, no doubt, be fruity.
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