They were neighbors ever since they were born.
Somewhere in between the inseparable ages,
closed curtains became more often & rooftop meetings ceased.
Growing up happened.
YOU ARE READING
Dead Ends
PoetrySometimes it's not about the end. It's just about the story. A collection of four liners that I wrote which didn't have the oh-so-perfect endings. Well because life doesn't offer each and everyone the fairytale endings they grew up listening to.
Grew
They were neighbors ever since they were born.
Somewhere in between the inseparable ages,
closed curtains became more often & rooftop meetings ceased.
Growing up happened.
