You headed east. I, west.
Every step doubling our distance.
Halfway round the world, we met, eyes questioning.
You stepped from the path, altered your course slightly north.
I continued west, remaining true.
This was written for this week’s Trifecta Writing Challenge:
This week we’re asking for exactly 33 of your own words about love gone wrong. But we’re asking that you not use any of the following words: