What a world, to find ourselves locked within.
A mutual discovery of the same darkness
We both breathe.
For there are only tears in our mouths
For us to eat.
Puddles gather between our toes,
Weights hang off each strand atop our aching heads,
And we lean forward
To receive cold comfort, cold solace,
From what we’ve hurled down,
Being a blanket, embroidered in the threads of sadness.
Has been weaved by hands, without care.
But, we still do share
Each other’s loss, in time’s apart,
Where only the smallest twigs with each quivering leaf
Makes any subtle sound.