Atlas

On
and
on
and on
and over
and over.

Met two kids too close to their
wedding days
the dreams and the
hopes that they
had were individualistic -
dreams that might have
sown had we
known
and had they
ever been planted
but luck and I are on two sides
of the same
atlas
burning at the ends
of an old torn out map
of this terrible place
and winter doesn't even
begin to describe
this painful feeling.

Yeah,
it's just
too late