"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Sunday, January 12, 2014

We Were Lost


I am sorry

Forgive me


I was lost

In a dark night

I walked past you


In daylight I turned around

Retraced my steps

But found

Only our faded tracks in the dirt

Where we passed in the blackness


In searching I found nothing

In reaching I fell

Love evaporated with the morning mist

A season in the same forest

Together forever alone


We were lost


Forgive me

I am sorry

 

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