And, so we frolicked through the dying daffodils, in an obscured frenzy to revive our placidity.
With what we sought of to be, long lasting love; but, it lingered only long enough, for us to get a tender taste of its tranquility.
The snapdragons, could sense the vacancy in our voices, as we spoke above the song birds.
I continuously choked on your clandestinity, and the amount that your vivacity put mine to shame.
But, we noticed the thunderclouds, as they came and went; and their brief attempt to spell out your name.
And, our veins touched, as we trudged along the trail of fuchsia flowers.
By now, we were death gripping the edge of glory, and turning the last of our tables.
Because, the ability to reflect the best of each other, had been disabled.
The silence gnawed at us, as we rested our sorry bones, against the birch bark.
We annihilated any doubt that we had about splitting our ways;
And, we built a bridge o’er our broken promises that we had made in our younger days.
We then, shared the sidewalk, until we reached its bitter end.
It was in that lasting moment, that the rain began to pour on the betterment of our newfound freedom;
And, the distance between us, became more than just mileage.
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