His lips tells lies each time he smiles.
She is a woman, inconsolably weeping.
He was her child, interrupted.
Both of them have stood alone on a dock for over ten years
She has become a snake in the wild, that was once tame.
He is an untrained champion fighter, without gloves & his anger is unrestrained.
Her thoughts are stolen instruments that will never be played.
His wants are muted dub-step songs, quieted but so enraged
They both wander through their lives. -wondering-
What if it hadn’t happened that way.
He dreams of ending life.
She is stalled.
Motionless, in her sentiment.
He is grown up.
Alienated- full of angst and discontent.
With cynical views of the world, they both see life through misanthropic eyes now.
yet each day is futile at best to them.
The future is merely a continuation of …
or rather an extension of …
if only there were a bridge built for them to cross overjust one timeto reach each other again… What if…?