Poem Croutonic: Strangely enough, I wrote this the night before I found out I was getting a divorce.
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I traced an arc as I followed
your path across the park,
a few square meters of grass
is all that must be passed.
Not quite close enough to touch,
the distance is still too much.
I can only watch the shadow
in the quick dent of your footprint
as it slowly fades away
