When two no longer share from day to day
love that should have spanned eternal rainbow years,
encounter prematurely hell's harsh way,
when, unprepared, warmth wanes in winter’s tears,
when dawn lights up one mourning heart apart,
when cold creeps up regardless of bright ray,
when what was wed is sudden torn apart,
when what was said can’t be explained away,
when Past’s outcast, when there’s no second start,
when all horizons darken into one,
when time’s conveyed upon a tumbril cart,
with warp and weft reft patterns warped, undone,
when, where two played, one, sad, remains, cheeks grey -
what then … when there is nothing more to say ?
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