The dragonflies buzz, passing through
a trail down to earth into the turbulent archway
both your wings snapping of regret.
Together means you'll never see,
so neither of you can fly on the other side.
I don't know much if you keep your hand
on dragonflies rested on the wall,
but I assume one of you, your fingertips,
will shatter. They will feel only
if you fight so turbulently what you cannot have.
You both slam into the ground. Blind them
blazing "it wasn't worth it." Bind them
into the earth, and let me take your hand
instead.
Edited by Ashley Cheak