Comfort and Need

Two wandering souls

who found solace in words.

Him to her and her to him.

Words so soft and gentle

to cushion a dark memory.

Teasing with words that

are supposed to hurt.

A sanctuary in another's thoughts.

However.

For what seemed so long

died so quick.

Love clouds judgement

while pain parades the bearer.

A ruined sanctuary

with mere rubbles of memory.

Some were gone,

some waiting to be pieced again.

A ruin he needed to be rebuilt,

to regain the solace in her words.



--Anon, 24/10/2021

Theme : Love