She was caged in his mystery.
Just a glimpse into his soul;
And she saw the anger flow freely.
A father’s blood tainted
And with it came sorrow;
And with it came unspeakable torment.
There was not a person,
That felt the pain,
Its symptoms were distinctively his.
Whispers like the wind urged him to be happy;
As though condolences could take away the grief;
Each face was featureless, each apology was a fake.
She found him alone and broken.
Within him she saw helplessness;
It was masqueraded by a need to remain strong.
On his shoulders was the World,
The weight of which was becoming too much,
Knees bent from the pressure.
He looked at her and their bereavement was matched;
Both cold from the tears,
Both were searching for their escaped faith.
A child was taken at her word,
Lost amongst the other realms;
She had felt empty.
Her sobs at night were heard by none,
Ridiculed by her traumatizing decision-
He saw her standing outcast.
Their inward screams had echoed outward;
Only they could hear each other’s cries.
Drawn together in unity, a relationship formed.
They were never perfect for each other,
But their voids were filled.
They were very much alike, and yet so different.
They treated one another with disrespect.
It turned their love into rage;
This was followed by resentment.
Hands unclasped as their families pulled them apart,
Tears rolled from her eyes and his desperate struggle ensued;
He vowed to someday get her back.
He found himself anguished once more, as did she.
For who would hold her now?
How would he fall asleep?
They would move on as all lost lovers do,
But no other love could be the same.
No lesson as great as the one that they had experienced; together.