Poetry

Crossings

written by: mooble23

Crossings

It began flippant as the giggling daisies,
turning into a fact of the heart
and ending with the shadowy lessons of good-bye.

We were living through other versions of ourselves,
all of us,
for those few weeks,
days,
a lifetime;
with nothing plaguing our minds but the distant, haunting whispers
of the real world
awaiting our return when the vivacious green leaves turned brown.

There was that one moment.
It transformed the penciled doodle in my heart
to lavishing,
staining ink,
creating a masterpiece that time would fade,
but never erase.

It was the moment when two crossing hands
connected through the soul,
leaving us fulfilled,
empty,
as frugal Time spun us apart
with nothing
but a missing piece
and a layer of all the things left undone
to keep the Once Upon a Time
truer than a fairytale.

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