Separation is pain.

A rift, a chasm.

A canyon between hearts.


Where love once reigned,

Never-ending tumult persists.

The hurricane of pain,

Strips way the fabric of relation.


A path once captured in happy pictures,

Leads to no where but sorrow-filled valleys.

A rift is a challenge, overcome only by peace.

Will you allow me back?

Will I allow you?


Our rift is pain.

Our love once reigned.

Our conversation was not held in tumult.

Our love was a whirlwind, window-shattering connection.

Our relationship was a blanket wrapping our hearts.

Where did I rift begin?



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