All that I was missing

Was color light and heat

The distance that was growing

Filled with anger and defeat


A vivid devastation

Of the being that was us

Alas I was too far removed

To fight or even fuss


We both had felt the grit of it

Pass between our fingers

A granule or two to leave

An itch that seemed to linger


When all the words were spoken

Once and twice and yet again

With inflections first of kindness

Then a weapon to defend


No matter how we clung to it

Kismet still would take us

We swore to never say goodbye

But life was bound to make us

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