so forgotten
very obscure
gone forever

solitudes kingdom
solitudes reign
solitudes evisceration

wearing thin
years betwixt
now and then

coming together
childhood huddle
whispered words

story told
story read
story writ

kindled flame
a cupped hand

gentle air on
pursed lips

sharing more than words
the hearts behind the weave

each stitch wedded with love
set free set free set free

I lost my friends
I still get their messages
I still type out a reply
out of formality if anything

At this point I don't know why I try
when they so carelessly discard my feelings
saying they're too busy to meet up
then sending me pictures of them together
whilst I sit at home alone
not even ten minutes away

which way do you turn
when you don't know what's on either side
of the dessert path
both could be a pool of gleaming water
both could be dry land forever

stuck in indesision
I peer down both walkways
unable to move my feet
with only one day to make my decision,
the clock ticking away