Sever

Today,
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.