Island Life
Two best friends don't
tell each other secrets.
They don't know that though.
They don't know that though.
Individually they're trusting in a wayfaring stranger. One romantically. The supporting
friend is talking to do some investigating and be vigilant.
During their opposing third-party
conversations secrets appear that they've held from each other. They trust in
the traveler... As good folks should. But, these sprinkles of innocence have
burnt. They've shared beyond with him. More than with one another.
They do not trust
easily. Sharing their separate talks back to one another like a war room.
However, it's become clear they have deceived one another. There must be
action. Cut away this new chapter. Back to the rough draft. Unkempt
friendship.
Actions of ingratitude
for this new revelation. Sharing only possible by way of new trust with an
outsider. Yet, unclean. Baring a different scroll from the catacombs of their
soul. Fresh ground never meant for the old confidant.
Best of friends
divided by truth. Causation to bar the door for the wandering stranger. A new
dimension to their everlasting relationship. Filtered by shame and cauterized
by ugly deeds. Collective ingratitude. Tithing no one shall ever count.
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A song I heard in Pier 1 Imports while contemplating this article...