I used to believe we were flowers, flowers which would never bend. Through the sleet, through the storm, we stood upright and erect. Of sweet aroma, and gentle beauty, no one could overlook. But flowers wilt, flowers die… A short life that they must live.
We were the legs of a compass. We were two, which made one. At an expansion, or a breach, I knew we’d end where we’d begun. But at the centre, I sat waiting. Waiting and wishing, as time grew old... impatient, and overbearing. My warm heart then grew cold.
You were my other half, as modern romances allow me to go. In earlier times, I was surer of it, but I’ve been caught in the undertow. Sun and moon, wind and water; Our differences remain unmatched. The stormy sea now lies beneath the rustling sky. We've burned out, my dear. We have finally crashed.
And to my dismay,
The silver has already faded out to grey.
mkp.
