Poem – "I Traded Valleys for the Stepping Stone" – Romance – 3/24/2020

No shortcuts

Upon a path where circuitry breaks

And we lose our chemistry.

Lonesome as the whale

Calling to the breath of air,

At the surface of the sky

As it should be.

Love never held a nothing in our arms,

But the two bouquets for either eye

And a teardrop waxed into each petal

Made each journey

The simplest feat

For our footsteps to cross

Stone after stone.

I believe in the newness,

The fragrance,

The piece of me

That cannot leave

The two of us sheltered,

In broken edges of symmetry.

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