55-Over

Enveloped in bitter night,

We walk silently along our separate paths,

Time for any discussion long since gone.

The waning moon, near invisible,

Behind drifting patches

Of blackened clouds,

Illuminating briefly, though well enough

For all the grim reminders

Of both our indiscretions, to appear

Cast in unfortunate shadows

Laid bare across an icy trail.

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