Mile 957

Mile 957

A Poem by Danielle Renee

We started running circles as we had done
in the years before the green and hazel met.
In the moments of our crisis we prayed silently
to a god that neither of us believed existed.
We kept our dreams and wishes apart from
the fate in which we fought so hard against.
Our chances of lasting through state lines
and many days of absence were slim to
none, we knew this. And yet, we placed
everything on the table for the next round
and hoped the bridge would never burn.
We could have spent the rest of our lives
trying to figure out which turn was wrong
and which one was right,
or who we were,
or who we loved,
or what was real.

© 2012 Danielle Renee

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Wow this is really deep! It is very visionary and you can see the love between two people trying to extend the miles.

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Added on June 6, 2012
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Danielle Renee
Danielle Renee

Houston, TX

I’m a troubled, Texan writer whose soul resides some place beyond New York’s state lines. I believe in tragedies, but never consider fate. I’m not a fan of romance or relationships. .. more..