Prophecy Poem by Danielle Nguyen

Prophecy



Eventually she will wear out
Slipping like shadows past his fingers.

Eventually he will wear out
Edging further on the bench, still loved.

And since nothing lasts forever,
Eventually this junction will shut down
Him tired and sighing
Her forlorn and inadequate
The two of them, finished.

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