one meeting

we are nothing and we are everything;
the paper houses in which we live
have been bleached of our words

there are fields of fallen leaves
set aflame by a tempest of longing,
but the wispy thread between us
only pulls us farther apart

and as we fade away,
our hearts are lined
with red spider lilies.

~

originally published in THE TEACUP TRAIL in july 2014.

 

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