Disappointment


Two bodies tread along a single path.
Left follows right follows left follows right.
They walk forever parallel, forever apart.
Utterly alone, they continue their trot.
Of two minds, yet deviants in their own right.
"Share my path, stranger" invites one.
"I already share it" replies the other.
Suddenly they stop, deciding to cast off their motile existences.
Each builds a vast tower full of comforts.
"Share my home, stranger" invites one.
"Why?" questions the other. "I have built my own home."
One waits alone in a tower built to house a lover.
The other lives content in a tower built to stave off others.

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I know the pieces fit, but I watched them tumble down.