our stony hearts

But the reservoir
of our mutual understanding
didn’t grow cold
overnight. Yes!
It was a gradual decline
like a building catching rust,
and with a weakening base
bowing down brick by brick
into the ground.
Our souls; the erstwhile uniting force
are no more there for bondage
when the hearts turned into bricks.
It is but impossible
to lure back the departed warmth,
and we have to tread
our own cold paths
albeit unwillingly.

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