One step we must take has past
Our hearts living, but weak
No walls are left standing
Each mind wonders aimlessly
Contemplating
The remembrance of our beginning
Crushed by a single voice
The love we hold is stronger
But its presence is unknown
Lonesome
With this wound we grew apart
We begin to repair and mold
Every thorn that punctures
Gaps more space between us
Injured
Fighting to regain the past
Lost meaning, forgotten hope
These tears caused by bleeding
Of the lost bond we had shared
Forgiveness
For all the misdeeds done
Unwound, uncovering truth
Rebuilt at last, instead of
Waiting for one to grow old.
Assignment: A poem in the "voice" of another poet