Friday, April 01, 2011

The End


The End


It was the walking away.

The footsteps of it all, the sound
heels on floor, steps, street, clouds.

A sorry kiss on your knees, ankles
toes. Soul. I realized.

North and south can meet again.
East and west -- never.


It was the walking away.
The setting sun.

-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2011 --