I came to a stop, stayed silent for over
An hour; whisps of tears had dried leaving
Streaky traces, where 60 minutes earlier
They'd cycled down my cheeks, tyre
Tracks of an aftermath, a collision of
Emotion, piled up at my feet.
It felt sad and became known to me how
'Reality' really is and can be; so I sat on my
Hands to warm their hearts so that when I
Extended my 'olive branch' it would be
Warm to the touch, welcoming and not cold
The true warmth of a new beginning opposing
The icy touch of finality......
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