like sand
in my throat.

These words
converge -
coalesce -
clot on my tongue.

An ancient curse
but worse,
held fast by my
thundering pulse
and sweaty palms.

Repeat after me -

there is no going back.
Silence cracks
and splits the earth
beneath our feet.
Steam rises.

Eons ago we sighed,
a quiet divide -
splitting -
stretching -
severing our alliance.

Thrusting us
a thousand miles apart.

Specks on the horizon,
shortly to be discarded.

The End

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