You and I tear in two
like all papers do,
a page from a storybook --
(by me and by you)
then we're burnt with the trash
left to lie in the ash
'til we're broken by wind --
(where we'll scatter and dash)
then we fly down the street
with our eyes to our feet,
both walking alone --
like we never did meet.
Author notes
Written December 1st, 2005
