once there was a love that bloomed
a tender fragile blossom somewhere
between the creaks and groans and cracks
spreading like tendrils deep into the city.


just one more station now
but there -

her.
with him.
him with her.
why now? why here?

too uncomfortable to watch, to bear;
as healing's itch only just now begun.

her with him.
him with her.
have i been seen?
if not - why?

is it recognition or awareness that i am without?
am i lacking or am i seeking?

so near and yet so distant --in mind at least,
tho i'd hope not in trickling memory.

just one more station now.

soon the gulf between our presence
will match the one between our hearts.


acrid fumes and pounding feet soon had their way.
between open bud and scented petals
came a drifting seperation
another dust-choked flower lost
beneath dirt and soot's uncaring accumulation


him.
with her.
her with him.
why now?
when haphazard stitches still are weeping?

just one more station now
will it never come?
it must! it has to!

and i must as well
refrain from looking back
else i'll never leave that station


never again our forever skies;
the only stars that remain me
are simple reflections
pinned to the flowing river.









~ =-> gREY <-= ~