East and West

We met by chance. It was unexpected, she smiled as if she knew that very moment our kindred spirits would emerge from the blue background of melancholy hues and dance. Start the music. Our hearts caught fire. She seemed pensive (and expensive) so I scaled her walls, high and mighty, and then, letting me in, we trusted lightly and spanned long distances with verse. A dance of words. We never believed. Too much baggage to carry up those high walls of misunderstandings and we both knew, what was better not said it was better to wait and even escape from east to west, with poems, and distance. Now it is over. Mistakes were made but that doesn’t matter a fine line was broken and the flow of emotion reversed direction and flooded the permanent blue of our landscape and split apart. East and West.