Bearing shared secrets behind them, they talk close to the door,
Sometimes encased in deep guile,
Eyes flitting, never daring to look in again,
Smiles and approaches masking indifferent emotions,
They are mindful of hurtful, selfish goals.
Grave circumstances buried beyond recalling,
Toying stupidly with the allegiance they cherished.
Awkward when history recalls daily living,
Knotted, yet savagely pulling up roots, ignoring the pain.
Grieving at losing worthy compassion
While moving to icy, unreachable distances
Where values are strained and comfort is small.
Carrying punishment to the brink of tearful collapse to
Squirm in bleak bondage as age stoops every dream.
Why is their darkness so choking and seething?
What has it cost them, the breaking of bonds,
The shattering chaos that eats through the years?
Time trailed them around its scarred face much too often,
Locking both away in barren places, fists on knees,
Longing dripping out in voiceless frustrations.
An imbalance provoked this, the broken, sad story
That gnaws endlessly through what future they hope for,
Leaving nothing to recover at the very brink.
