2011/01/29

Mutual



Dreams she now of touch so kind
Thoughts of him she left behind
Would she now be lost in thought
with all her dreams been gone to naught

Thinks he now of finger's touch
Warm embrace and spirit's rush
Lost to her, the feeling dead
Her image fills his lonely head

Lover's quarrel and wreckage left
Left adrift and, so, bereft
Isolation thrust upon
by thoughts, sincere, that love is gone

20110129 (image by xkcd)