CUTTING THE TIES

(PUBLISHED IN SEVENTH QUARRY, SUMMER ISSUE 2012)

Smelling the age you loved the most
With half of each other in your hands,
The ink is pushed along by empty fingers
Across a path to you and your eyes.
The grass is waiting with nothing in between
As you choose between left and right.
There is the phrase from a million mouths
Making myriad hopes.
I want to light up your face
But I would be smudging what has started to form.

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