“Lovers who have found one another have no pity for the heartbroken, nor do they have memory of their own heartbroken worlds they left behind. But whether or not they recognize the forlorn, their souls are woven from the stair-steps that led them to be who they are, and their blood is forever mingled with the tears of their weeping counterparts. After all, what is the difference between a rose for a bouquet and a rose for a grave? Only the purpose, not the variety.”

 

© 2012 Brandon Gene Petit

Taken from Two Rivers, Ab Antiquo, Ab Aeterno , Nov. 2010