estranged

which one of us let go?
which one of us held on?

things go back and forth
around and around

but we are far, far away
from that old place

older now, with walls
where the bridges used to be

our cities smaller,
more crowded

the roads between us rough
and slow to travel over

we sit with the distance
we carry on

that is what cities do
until they crumble.