In the End


There were,
Two skies
I born to one
You were to the other.
We were separate dawns.
My sky,
Was as black to you
As yours was to me
Neither of us could see.
Although, I know
It wouldn't have even mattered
We never would have talked.
Our faces turn to chalk
And our stares
Despite it all,
Still glare.

Rain falls,
I know,
How it drenches,
Covers unseen desert.
It fills hidden trenches.
We share,
More than I could care,
Your smell fills the air
But I don't know you're there.
And you know I know
I don't think it would've even mattered.
Our shadows never talk.
Even now as I walk,
It follows
Despite it all,
Slow crawl.

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