Isolation
It was a little thing, at first,
That hurt our foolish pride.
But, soon, it grew
To enormous size,
‘Til we no longer heard
The words of regret.
The silence formed a chasm
Far too great
For us to cross.
So, we sat in loneliness
And watched the isolation
That took place.
Copyright © William Crocker | Year Posted 2011
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