Broken Roads

If given a chance I'd burn it all --

our course is much too obvious for me now.

We started then, so young, so beautiful,

to find ourselves here, now, with bags

under our eyes and dust behind our path.

Your blush is gone, darling; 

your laugh has faded, friend;

our lives have changed since we then molded

our broken roads and smoldered nightmares

into a single fate for three to hold.

And so we fall atop the leaves of time,

and tragedy, and loss. Can you hear

them crushing beneath our weight? Screaming?

It's actually laughter.

The End

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