in the early afternoons

stand at this chasm 

of two branching paths out and away 

you had laughed I had cried 

and in your little voice you said to let go 

with worn hands ripped apart and a throat so raw i could feel the blood seep , i could feel it slip 

the difference between us were so jarring that no one could ignore 

vices held onto you like a thorn, a thorn you had lived with forever, to remove is to kill whatever you were 

chastity choked me like a fish bone , a bone i had swallowed willingly , to remove is to kill whatever i was 

where once i thought was the plateau was then a ripped fabric of the earth 

too different we could not convene 

to lace our fingertips was to simply destroy what we were 

there was nothing we could have became