unmade

Two solid sometimes separate

unite

under segregated stars and breathe

the tide for these ears to hear

the whispered words of faded lives

called sometimes desperate

desolate

desolation station smashed on the tracks

pearl fingers sliding down necks and backs

back and forth 29 miles

clearly comparing conditions

how many miles away do you sit and wonder?

those felled

sometimes intricate descriptions and smiles

grasping

holding this joy with a snowstorm grip

instead of "waves goodbye'

waves plant flowers

on the memory of this shore

dead flowers are fading away

for two solid sometimes separate

unite