Traveler's Requiem [Poetry]

Fissure

We have been cut off from each other,

There is still a bond of blood,

But there is an iron curtain of silence,

A crack,

A fissure standing in the earth between us,

You and I could not be any more different,

Yet we pretend we still know each other,

For our own sakes,

Deep down we know that the seeping of time,

Has caused a rift in our once steady bond,

One that I have anguished many nights over,

Like the sky after a volcanic eruption,

Filled with clouded ash,

Cold for many years more,

And I suppose it's inevitable,

Like all wars are,

But it agonizes me to see this happening,

The fissure of what was and what is,

A past I cannot turn to for it soon becomes bittersweet,

And something my wishes cannot reach,

For I know we are both beyond saving,

Our fissure has draw a fatal cut into innocence.