Drifting

Two ships under a crescent moon,

Slowly parting upon opposing tides.

Communications languish,

All connections terminally disconnected.

Relationship ebbing away,

Like water through open fingers.

Tears become your passengers,

Your smiles have abandoned ship.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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