They Roared

Our first meeting
was like passing ships
in the darkest night…

we opened the hatches,
set our sights,
and let the
broadside cannons


Separated by the noise,
burning air,
and billowing smoke,
we limped on,
without saying goodbye.

But, dear God…
that chance meeting,
though born of darkness,

burned ever-so-bright.

©️ 2019.

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