“I’ll meet you in ten”
your warmth was my yen
as we painted a memory
a summertime reverie
and when the august sun bid us adieu
impossible was the thought of abandoning you
for our colors were one when we walked each day
lest the clouds come and flags get in the way
but even oceans and lands apart
your invisible string led straight to my heart
we never once walked alone
me the breath to your lung you the marrow to my bone
droplets then rain then hail then thunder
soon flooded the rainbow we once lived under
as piercing polarization colored the sky gray
we walked less and less skipping a day
how can a rant become an accusation
it is when friendship suffers a mutation
as aching green black and red
contrast bereaving blue and white until it all bled
yet we both urged for peace
praying for light
but benign to the enemy
our flags both seemed to fight
like oil and vinegar our colors divided
the pain of our peoples leaving us blindsided
until the only truth that remained reality
was the death of our former congeniality
now I walk alone your footprint not next to me
because hatred and pathos devoured our ecstasy
I do not know if this is truly the end
perhaps we’ll meet again when colors can blend
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