what was once a fine cherry colored sky
was now split down the middle like
a continental divide
a mountain range between them
and neither willing to climb
something strange in the atmosphere
like nerve gas numbing nerve endings
creating sensations of no feelings
conversations like strip mining
what else can it take from you
erosion of the heart
until nothing grows
no flowers not even a concrete rose
just row upon row
of empty graves
memories revisited like tombstones
unanswered prayers
and the bitter after taste
of sweet love turned sour grapes