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Oct 2018
One Day
We'll never speak again
it's going to happen
boyfriends,
girlfriends,
husbands,
wives,
and death will not be the culprit.
It's going to be
just like the trees fighting
for sunlight in the forest,
we are both
going to suffocate
till one day
you or I
cannot live without breathing
and we'll fall away
rotten hollows--
once being the beauty
that made us even
thirst for sunlight.
We'll be unrecognizable
stumps not lovers
and watching the other tumble
will be like Fall coming early
because our leaves
will wilt to the wind.
The Sun will shine through though,
one day in the future
and on the horizon
we'll see each other
swaying in the wind
and we'll  be as perfect
as the day we first saw one another
that's when we'll realize
it was really us
that almost
killed each other.
Michael Ryan
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Michael Ryan  31/United States
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