It was like an unborn evil,
What we had between us.
Something the weatherman over looked,
Until a certain design had matched fate's intentions-
Sticking out like guiding lights upon a field once bright.
I could've plucked a tree out of the ground,
As if it were a flower to trade for her admiration.
But the structure of it's progression and patterns,
Would've deprived that impossible effort; a roar to a whisper.
The steel wires that held us together had separated,
Opening the skin we've never touched with each others hands.
Relentlessly this evil brought greater distance between us,
Scratching our ears with the sound of a deep and desperate fear.
Further, we drew apart,
Until what seemed to be her shined a million times more,
Until the field that once held our day together
Shrouded below a sky of lanterns-
Stretching beyond the horizon,
Only as fragments of what was left;
Fragments the field had refused to reflect.
