For You, My Love

She feels like the rain- open and omnipresent. He feels like the fire- contained and dampened by her. She feels trapped in her words, And he strolls in his silence. She walks blind Not knowing when to turn or take a step back. He barges in with his reasons, and knocks her cane off. She fumbles with despair, He- with his whispers. She dances in mad circles, chasing memories, He walks on straight lines- building beliefs. She spends all her days lying under the tress- smiling, waiting for the emptiness of the fall. And he spends all his nights counting faces, making conversations, Until he has known them all.