We were greater then

less & more

our smooth skin

hiding the scars

we bore.

Are we wiser now

with the cracks of years?

Our faces stretched

from the ‘who’ to ‘why’

& deep inside the weary

ride, has plucked many

in its time.

We were bolder then

twenty years is all

we held:

& the long path of ‘never’

drowned us in its veins

beauty balanced

in a carousel ride

when integrity beckoned.

I see you slowly now

can count the breaths

we have left:

our road is shorter

an uneven stride

a certain number

of new sunrise

until mystery shrouds us

& we reroute.

Poetry