debris in the path
left scattered and placed
by each of us
giving and leaving pieces of ourselves
on a road no longer traveled
i was there once. with you
and the obstacles were few
hope and promise intermingled
with our own reality
eyes which saw. minds which knew.
our steps trepidatious and fulfilling
then a wash of light and storms
consumed the peace we called our own
stealing the wind from our breath
the life from our hearts
the shadows now illuminated
revealing us both
leaving nothing but who we were
a horizon without a copper hue
a dawn in the clouds. grey.
etched forever as if seared
into the memory
of us, which never was
revealing us both for who we are;
gold to silver
summer to light
waking to death
pushed to pulled
alone to together
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