A story reaches its end
In the sun set with a crash
On a bold prairie horizon.
Here twin silhouettes embrace
On a blackened roadside
As the one with hopeful face
Seeks the lips of distant summers
While the aching other closes eyes
Wet with burning tears.
The winking stars seem too severe
With their ageless, beholden light
Illuminating so sincerely
Where past and future
Cleave and part.
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