Two steps forward, one step back
paths divide like cells
all we sinners dressed in black
ringing mourning bells
stayed for a minute, in the
soft glow of the light
poised yet full of yearning
passion about you, hot and bright
desires disconcerting
We were two, then one, then two again,
as if we never even started
but that’s the flow of life
here one day, the next – departed.
sealed in ink 