Carrying rhymes from before.
The sun solders on lines for the countenance,
while the living flesh grows older.
It is,
neither hot nor cold, just repeating
like a sort of prodigal lukewarmness;
indifference,
to just be alive,
for my spirit, bolder.
So as the rain braids and skies coo
to soothe the heart,
Silent screams
or sighs
like the muffled winds breathe.
Remembering that spirit where we had part,
Tucked in souls for the two of us,
beneath.
On finding this double coincidence of LOVE :
You need 2 people IN love.
You need them coincidentally to be in love
with EACH OTHER for the fairy tale ending.