​”I’m torn”, I said,

walking these desolate boulevards, cut by splinters of glass shards,


“I’m torn too”, she said,

so let us walk together, at times alone, buffering our hearts from turning to stone,


let us walk hand in hand, though painful it may be to hold firm, to make a stand,


“I’ll walk with you”, she said, if we share a couple of laughs, amidst the tears,


“We’ll walk together”, embracing the onslaught of the years … … …

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