The Break-Up

On scorched days
I could still feel..
A chill in the air

Why we chose each other
Became....
A worn and frazzled list
That littered the yard

Immersed in turbulence
We had abandoned all hope..
A languid flight
No comfort zone

Attention riveted on
The last sounding word
Which echoed....
A gudging goodbye

Now immersed in hope
With mended wings...
The heart once silenced
Echoes....
A new beginning

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