Beyond the point of no return,
The comet will travel once more,
Parceled perfectly with a ribbon,
Awaiting arrival.

Chasing distant echoes,
Whilst silently discussing,
The coalesced Emotions,
One of us believed to be real.

Letting go was easy,
Watching as birds migrate,
Slipping away from Winter;
Effortlessly.
All the while,
Trying to grab back on,
Neither hand cannot.

A helpless glance,
Surrendered my only wish,
A fleeting moment,
Remembered for a lifetime.

Departing down our sandy trails,
Side-by-side into the fog,
Following something that sparkles,
Awaiting to receive -again - our parcels.

// a Weird Fish poem

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