journeys designed,
shaped together —

yet shaken apart –
suchness denied.

odd rents and tears
ceaselessly tended

mended into patterns
sensed in softest light

what once we were —
barest complements

life-lines intertwined —
where shadows play

darkened with dust —
memory deconstructs

we too have crumbled
into salient disrepair.

. . . . .

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