The Writers

The couple explored the writings of one,
of the girl he adored, now done.
They both had been to a place, so far
Never again to get the scar
Of a heart so broken, never to mend.
This is the token that we can send,
To transcend here to let them know,
they are near until we go.
The couple went to a place, just so,
As if sent, who would know?
The morning came; they said Goodbye,
She asked his name, but had to fly.
They were the same she and this guy.
Two lone writers until they die.


Linda Cervantes Rose
Copyright 1998