Calloused hearts that rose from the ashes
of yesterday’s burnt bridges
dragged their hollow shells into separate directions
without so much as a tilting glance at what they left behind.
One climbed up the mountains
to touch the clouds she dreamt of.
The other swam the seas
that dared to tempt him.
And yet, when the moon came down calling their names like it did before,
the stars lit up like whispering bystanders
as the old song and dance played once more.