The silence, thick with the tears and dusty emotions.
The hurt, unbalanced between the two.

She grazes his flesh, palm catching a remorseful tear.
He strokes her skin, flesh burning from the mist.

Their palms embrace, mixing the tears
Of heartache, pain, loss...failure.

Lips quivering, they hold to the past;
Faces turned away from the pain.

Turning, they fade not from memory
But pass from each other's sight.

One is lost without the other's love: a simple touch.
The other, passing slowly, fevered with guilt.

The pain makes them two

The pain makes them one.

~Dedicated to E.R.E.

10/20/2004

Posted on 03/14/2005
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