without beginning or end

in the whisper of the wind 

as leaves of color fall 

the afternoon shadows stretch 

reaching skinny and tall 

skipping cracks in the sidewalk 

hopscotching to avoid bad luck 

laughter fills the empty void 

of conversation when we're stuck 

desperately we hold on to

what little that we have left 

thinking if we don't look hard 

we can continue to drift 

how do we get back to there? 

that safe place we used to be

when distance isn't the only thing 

that's keeping you from me 

as the time slips quickly away 

we kiss and part once more 

each time a little more difficult 

and different from the time before 

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License