Two faces stare lovingly at one another.
Once unified, they were
Broken.
Broken by time.
By the world.
By force.
A great chasm eroded between them.
Each tear drop another waterfall.
Each face made from the destruction of the other.
One cliff face across from another,
For Eternity. Separate. Alone.
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A boy stands above an ancient tomb.
A tomb of two lovers doomed to death.
Behind the boy is a girl.
A pretty girl with cute freckles,
Kissed by the sun.
The sun as orange as her hair,
Smiling a new day to the boy.
Together they cross the chasm.
The boy lays himself down across the gap.
Happily the girl walks across his body,
Learning him through every footfall.
Living years in seconds she crosses.
Walking past ancient warning signs.
Signs of those who crossed the bridge before,
Those who ran across,
Those who crushed his hands,
Those who cracked his spine
His hands
His soul.
She stepped foot on land,
Grabbed the boys hands.
They made eye contact and for a second the world stopped.
The two cliff faces looked up at the boy who was a bridge for hundreds.
Then they wept as the girl dropped his hands.
Plumiting the boy down.
Down.
Down.
Deep below the tears of long ago.
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Time went on.
The boy recovered.
Brushed clean,
Walked the path discovered,
Atop the ravine.
There he sat.
Brushed clean,
Waiting for the next passenger.
To never look back.
This is a rework of an old poem that never lost its meaning.
