We are one.
Fear of being alone,
not to feel a respite.
The throbbing that slowly goes deaf
before the death of the soul.
The smiles, which fade and fade from existence,
the harmony of laughter.
Exist and be, look and feel.
We are nothing without the presence of the other.
We are fragmented into memories.
Glimpse silhouettes
that time has left.
We seek once again feel the warmth of our bodies.
A vague memory that is present.
A look that is diffuse.
Treasured shadows over time.
Handcuffed, crying out for another trip.
Original poem created by my person. I hope you liked it.