The wind shifted the hedge's shadows
over the shattered glass.
An alleyway, sparked by fire's warmth,
a mirage, built up by the rain.
A hermit sat in his house upon a hill.
They watched.
They grew up here.
The flames licked at their toes.
The waves crashed and reflected their pain.
A fence divided them line by line.
They knew then what they wanted to do.
They knew then it was time to go.
They knew then that they must grow up.
Adieu Adieu, I love you too.
And then it was gone.
All that remained were embers and soot.
