The months have crawled by

Since last they embraced

Still needing each other as if nothing had come between

Yet refusing to heed the crying of their hearts.

 

Together they sit once again

Side by side and alone

Painfully glancing at others who have others to hold

And longing for the happiness of the past.

 

Each hoping the other feels less pain

They suffer silently, together,

And watch the world go on as theirs falls apart;

Both too proud to admit defeat.

 

Something changed to break them apart;

Merely a shell that should mean little.

And even though it’s the heart that has changed the least

It’s the heart that hurts the most.

 

So they sit idly masking their anguish

Both longing to hold the other

Hiding their pain with a face of cold indifference

Afraid to admit their desire and need.

 

Perhaps the day will come

When one finds another to fill the void.

The other will die a thousand deaths at the loss

That was never necessary to begin with.

 

The love and passion are still quite real;

A constant cloying wound that longs to be closed.

Still they simply smile and hold back the lonely tears

Playing their silly games.

 

 

        July 29, 1991