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We always criss-cross each other’s path.

Each x we made ignited a spark.

Each spark created a fire.

Each fire burned a deeper hole.

Each hole became a darker void.

We always criss-cross each other’s path.

Each x we made shattered a hope.

Each hope was lost in all directions.

Each direction had a different route.

Each route took us back to x.

X marks the spot, but our paths remain parallel.

Reviews

[EcstaticEuphoria]

Contemplation and moving forward, so where do many of us are at and such a great way to make it a little more poetic. Great job!

[Raven Wyntermoon]

Thank you R632 for your perspective! Much love.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes there is so much chemistry between two people, but they just can't live together---the spark is there but the friction as well...makes for chemistry...but differing philosophies.

j.

[Raven Wyntermoon]

Yes indeed Jacob. Thank you for your insight.

[Isabella Ivy]

Ah yes! Good :) Very well written. I.I.

[Raven Wyntermoon]

Thank you I.I. Much appreciated.

[Isabella Ivy]

You're most welcome! :)