Two cry together
In separate rooms
But pride holds sway
Till the end,
Neither believing,
Forgiving, forgetting,
Where once, before love,
They were friends.
Tears on the flooring
Make puddles and pools
Each drop depicting
A scene
Of words from the past
And visions that last.
What happened to love
In between?
Why, when and how
Are the questions they ask
And answers, the two bent on seeking.
But comfort in arms
Rings bells of alarm
When neither of the two
Are yet speaking.
Such misunderstanding
When love is confused
And tears blind
What may be seen.
Too often two lovers
Hide under covers
When all it takes is
To say what they mean.
The games people play,
Without true intention,
Fear of hurt,
Resisting the action.
Dry all the eyes,
Open doors wide,
Meet half way,
To polar attraction.
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