By Halves


When we are revealed

In diaspora

When we are outcast

Of Earth


When all we have is gone

Used up to stay alive


When there is nothing more than

Scant hope, threadbare-blown


Then we might turn to each other

In remembrance

Of promises we never


Wishing we could know each

Other now


C L Couch




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