Erosion
Two went out
but only one returned.
He trips on fault,
refusing to say a word.
Lost among giants
towering over landscapes
ripped and engineered
by erosion’s hands.
They say prayers at night,
wondering where she is,
begging for a little help
where silence now lives.
We see her face online,
smiles for the camera,
so carefree and happy.
Where could she be?
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, September 16, 2021
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