It takes two to be alone,
For warmth should be known,
Before cold can bite its jaws,
Upon any beating heart.
Until the darkness falls,
Death is hoped, yet just dreams,
Of galloping fields, and browsing mares,
And of you,
And of me.
And in the end,
It takes one to heal,
For two will never be,
Now that that the rift has been sealed,
And in memories lies,
The laughter and sun,
Before the line that separates,
Like prodigal sons,
No more to speak,
No more to flow,
The intentions and musings,
Of a duo, now gone.
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Often confusing
PoetrySecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
