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And we would walk the lonely streets of our cities unadorned;

Pointing, talking, laying bare the stories that we mourned.

Those footfalls flickered lights behind us, and buildings that were flawed

Now twinkled in the wake of us, as history now explored. 

So those stories changed, brightened still; gleamed as yours and mine,

And we could walk our lives in building on the wonders still to find. 

Cities merged; a utopia where our lives could live in kind;

Where, unrushed, we would sprinkle that beauty found in you and I.

But then we aged, divergence borne of deference doomed in war,

Battles slammed our paradise, causing damage to abhor. 

Desperate to repair in time we slapped on splintered boards;

Bandaids we promised, in time, we would revisit and restore.

Yet more piled on, ever still, and damages seeped to heart. 

With so much now to go and fix, but no clue on where to start. 

How scared we were, to think that what we made now falls apart

And I think that neither one of us could admit it in our hearts. 

Now fixes made were ails kept, ill, and unaligned. 

So what we grew now grew apart, gnarling and maligned

What once was such a harmony that we lavishly enshrined.

Our roots had tangled much too deep for either of us to unwind.

What cannot be saved must be severed; a cost we never saw,

But one that now came booming on our city's fractured door. 

Together we salted the earth we'd tread, right up to the shore

And estranged our home, splitting paths in want and hope for more.