Our love was
so strong that
we were just
a stone’s throw
from reconciliation,
but the stones
already slung had
so badly broken
the glass house
of our trust that
fragments seeded
a stone wall over
which no stone
could ever be
thrown again.
We were so close,
and yet so far.
This poem was written for Rebecca Cunningham’s November Poetry Challenge at Fake Flamenco. Thank you for the prompt and the inspiration, Rebecca! 🙂
Susan L Hart / Author 
The “Special Relationship,” where the ego is involved, often turns into the Special Hate Relationship.” The ego likes conflict!
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Yes, it does. So, is there really any way out of conflict in this dimension?
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