We took separate paths,
trekking
an arid land
in
sight of one another,
otherwise
unconnected
Our expressions
blank.
our tongues parched,
pressing
on without joy
toward our
crisis point
At the
crossroad, I asked,
Continue alone or together
She smiled, eyes sparkling,
holding hands, we walked
into a verdant future
A
suggestion: try my novel, THE
TRUCKERS, on Kindle
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