The End

This was written on December 17th 2011

Proverbial pen
You have struck again
A voyage unlike any
Seen before it
Yet still there is an emptiness
Something left behind from another era
Where her hair fell upon limp hands
Waiting
As if to be brought back to life
She waited for his hands
His hands waited for her hair
Wishing that something could be felt
She leaned against his shoulder
Wanting to once again feel a sturdiness there
Pulling away
As if to say
That he gave it up once
But would not give it up again
She hurt him
More than either can understand
He hurt her
More than either can understand
So they sat
In silence
Wishing they could go back
To what they were before
But it was over