AnnabelG

My love dug a crevice in the mountain of my life.
A highway.
Each meander symbolising you and me, us,
Woven into branches of time

Then, one perfect day, our crevice, our time span,
So deeply entwined,
stood still
for me

And what I knew, what we’d planned, me: I was fractured
New branches forced upon an unwilling.
Unfamiliar paths diagonal to  those we dreamed.

One breath
Half the energy
Half of me that was you and yours.