arc of lovers

they tripped on themselves
in a circle.
they danced upon its line.
they came and went
like children, arm in arm,
like faces pressed in spaces
through revolving doors
at christmas time.
they stayed so close,
skipping round their line.
but a curve came
and split them,
ending all that
was mine.
the arc of lovers
with no course
collision in the wind.
like fragments of a shuttle,
they fell; white ash
burning until nothing
rested on the ground.
no trace remained
of their circle.
time lost to time.
an abandoned arc of lovers;
what seemed forever
faded sublime.

written on 06/17/2013 by: Matt Kane