Breakage

A chasm yawns between two bosom friends
that history and loyalty can’t span.
One focuses on memory, intends
to recollect correctly, with a plan
for clarity. The other always spends
her stamina on feeling. Neither can
repair a bridge as footings shake apart –
attempts cause ache in brain and pain in heart.

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