and crumbling
the day we went apart again
and across the cement
we were stumbling into the cold
as we work madly into the
unstopping grace of our good night
and the ways we bonded wept
as the sunset of our days came in
over the time we spent in each others den
made a cool way
and we met our final destiny in a
group cave that could
have never seen us coming
not this time or even once more
but we can not make
a new trail because
we have not made peace with the
bunch of words when we first said them
but you got rid of all the mistakes
with me
so I walked down the street
all alone