Poetic Attempt || Eleven

two ends that could never quite meet

i find it fascinating
how our shortest breaths can produce
the longest of days
you and i
we were two points on the same horizon
the sky was an interminable canvas
completely ours to paint
with the streaks of our combined light

and yet you rise, radiantly in the east
triumphant
whereas i set, clumsily in the west
alone

Eleven
(Written on 07 January 2017)

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