The Pain
our photo ripped in
the middle where
our hands held
hold us separately
as if the equator or
continental divide
has tried by trial
and tries us as
seen and been
guilty of being
once to
gether
yet the parts we
play apart from
one a nother
are still
on the
same
stage
and then
that's when
i see we haven't
been torn away
it's a crack in
the glass
of the
frame's
pane
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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