Monday, 25 May 2009

• The tipping point

  When the shadows have vanished,
  And the sun is out again,
  When memories have faded
  And we are on even ground,
  When heads turn back
  And try to find
  Where the fabric gave way,
  Where the skies turned
  From soothing blue to an indifferent grey,
  When lines were drawn,
  When smiles morphed into blank sheets,
  When silence became the all-pervasive ether
  In our world,
  Would we be able to point the moment in time
  When the door came off the hinge?
  

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