Parting

Parting

 

goodbyes

said on damp cement

in the morning cool

 

on a bridge

high above a personless city

of silver, rising into a new age

 

sun searing a pinkish purple glow on my hands

 

eyes wet, windbreakers crinkle

with the strain of holding eachother together

 

but the air is awakening

and we can't be seen, even this close to heaven

The End

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