He stared at his lover
Boxed inside four corners
Her smile cold, frozen
His heart torn, broken
He touched her face
As if to grasp some trace
His eyes began to blur
At this painful sight of her
She did not say a word
She would not strike a chord
The silence crushed him so
Oh, the thought of letting go
He whispered in her ear
But she could not hear
She only smiled at him
With eyes glazed and dim
Her face was a mere memory
A shadow of what she used to be
Her touch, her breath, her warmth no more
A fleeting moment of what was before
He stared at his lover
Boxed inside four corners
Refused to believe; embraced denial
She, imprisoned. Trapped. Immortal.
~anithrarith~
~anithrarith~