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By distant moon Date: 2004 Jul 06 Comment on this Work [[2004.07.06.22.23.21490]] |
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It's a pity, you called me by her name when we spoke. And the words echoed through the halls of love's past. I wept in the ruins of the castle that you and I both, helped destroy, then rebuild. Our own Jericho. Just as our distance and frailty became our own, we walked away from the wreckage as two torn sailors. Wrought of the iron and flesh that had taken her life. And you sailed off into your distance, and I... Oh, I drifted into mine. In the months that followed, we were but mirrors. Sadly, far from one another and in time, we were shattered. The sadness and remorse that filled our void left us parted, and slightly askew. Our own Passover. The ending eluded me until but moments ago, when it dawned, that the light at the end of the porcelain tunnel had always been her. And in the wait, I met you and passed into the mist. You are Delilah, and I am weaker with you. |