Poetry: Bonds

Where has the wind carried you?

The distance is chilling me.
Yet our bonds cannot be severed.

My heart aches with such a stone -cold.
The sun cannot dull it.

For it is etched eternally
across either of our hands.

Like a scar, jagged and incomplete in shape.
Yet, familiar.

In it's own right...
...It makes each of us complete.

Amber ©Jan. 13, 1998
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