Equator

You headed east. I, west.

Every step doubling our distance.

Halfway round the world, we met, eyes questioning.

You stepped from the path, altered your course slightly north.

I continued west, remaining true.

~

This was written for this week’s Trifecta Writing Challenge:
This week we’re asking for exactly 33 of your own words about love gone wrong. But we’re asking that you not use any of the following words:

love
sad
tears
wept
heart
pain


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