ghosts.

Her tears she sheds does not justify,
the killing pain she feels inside.
His soft words spoken from his lips,
does not rectify the anger he pents up tight.

The dream is broken.
The glass has shattered,
unconceivable
undeniable
a twist of fate
brings the haunting reality.

The smudged eyeliner on her face
the black lines on her cheeks
mask the lack of compose in herself.

His tensing fists
full of frustration and emotion
can barely control the monster within.

Standing in the same room
Yet breathing in opposite realms
How could two beings once be so close,
yet now unable to fathom such sentiment?


What they had experienced;
the smiles
the fights
the silence
the touch
the look
the smell
the secrets
the words exchanged..

now meaningless,
empty and a ghost of the past.