Mysterious Triangles Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Dividing moments, trying to make them last longer into the night.
Wandering on pathways, keeping hidden in shadows of evening, not wishing to be found by daylight beams of sunlight.
Forking over an insistent persuasion, trying not to part with
inner particles of lasting friendship.
Holding onto each other as time flows onward, finding themselves
in pyramids of mysterious triangles, no longer available to walk
past tomorrow.