When it became inevitable breakup, loneliness becomes extraordinary intimacy, and the wounds became inspiration.
Finally we found a lantern,
bright enough
To see a pair of railroad tracks,
who met in the distance
There you choose to live with the sun
While I,
still here stringing stars
to decorate every dark night
Image by *~Dawn~* via Flickr
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