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

Broached

Wishing we could know each

Other now

 

C L Couch

 

 

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