They came out here to try to reignite
The passion they had lost along the way.
But as before, small words became a fight
That left them glowering amid the day.

They hiked in silence up to Ozone Falls
A magic place that neither gave a glance;
As both were locked behind defensive walls;
A type of ritual, a rite, a dance.

But as they stood he saw the water fall
Unwanted from the corners of her eyes;
And he, regretting, spoke his only words
To say he’s sorry, and apologize

Their broken love seemed old and tottering
But sometimes all it needs
Is watering

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Thanks to Dana Renee for this post. She has challenged me with the Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge: “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge”.

I would like to nominate Everyone In The Known Universe* to participate in this challenge.

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* I hereby plead “not guilty” of marginalizing anyone.