It’s Over

Poetry

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Tasting bitter now,
those tears that lovers share.
An innocent smoothness,
cold as fractured ice on darkened glass.
Those rare spinning looms of confrontation
are voices
that dusk has still to cast shadows for.
So fleeting are the words we say tonight.
Replaying whispers,
raging in the wind.
Once bonded by words,
two hearts that were one,
now broken shards
that crystallize the night.