Tears met hammers
And the two waltzed
to a beat neither knew,
Feet dragging themselves,
often colliding with each other
As they groped for space.

They drifted to a corner
Like paper swept by the wind
and reminisced of times gone by
when feet had tongues,
hands had ears,
and eyes locked in the brilliance of a million suns.

One summer, they rode their bicycles onto a patch of snow.

In the winter, they stepped down from their cloud.

Today they stand on islands
The hug disentangled,
roads unwound.

The cloud has settled above another city.

This entry was posted in poetry.

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