How to write a tragic love story

Two mirrors dug into the sand

Both sat facing the sea

One reflecting the water cyan

One bespeaking the sky's infinity


One spoke of the foamy waves

The weeds floating anarchic

The shells tossed onto the beach

The deepest water, the darkest ink


The other sighed at the clouds

And the seagulls swishing around

Wings of the plane turning trajectory

And it's gurgling heaving sound


The waves never met the clouds 

The ink never sprayed the seagull

The shells remained buried in the sand 

The gurgling slowly went feeble


The mirrors couldn't stretch or spring

Neither did they curve into attempt

Disagreement leads to distrust

And it gives way to contempt


One would never know that the other 

Held his heart inside the glass

And it was unequivocally similar

To what his own heart did encompass


It's better to have loved and lost

Than to have missed it by a dribble

A fleck of sand beneath one mirror

Or a turn of face of the other


Two mirrors buried into the sand

Dug inside them- halves of one heart

Severed for the sky and the sea

Sitting together, always apart




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