Zero Return

Draft one, after last night's glitchy insanity due to what looked like a DDoS attack on writerscafe.org (?) Soft target, I suppose. I wrote a much more developed version but couldn't save it.

Nearly finding
'The Way
of All Flesh Street',
eyes cried,
until, they hatched
as birds,
flew into the sky.
 
Leave behind 
a trail of tears
which become diamonds
as they dry.

One earthen
one emerald eye.
On a beach
ninety
miles wide.

We turned
and sighed.
Zero return,
no chance
no need
to decide.

Reviews

[Tony Jordan]

Brett I had to Google the words in inverted commas and I'm glad I did, that seems like an interesting read. Thanks for that.

I think this is really sad. The desolation of the moment is brilliantly conveyed by the 'beach 90 miles wide' - which it may have been anyway, physically but even if it had been a few metres in breadth probably would have felt like 90 miles since in the same way the world shrinks with love it opens like a endless void when love departs.
I like this one very much my friend.
:)

[Brett Hernan]

It's taken me two months to read and reply however I read this comment immediately after it was posted.
I agree with you in what you have so carefully said in your analysis, about the void...
Thanks for your invitation, my friend.