The Two

The fog as dense as iron
Its presence all around
Hovering outside the windows
Clouding the streetlights

Her hair flowing gently in the breeze-
An embrace for warmth
Follows a stone-cold wind

A bright porch with a well
Precedes a dim and warm hall.
And within resounds a single whisper:
"I love you."

One stands on the carpet, barefoot.
The other, on the cold tile with shoes.
They hold on for dear life
As if the rift would end them both.

In this place stands two:
Star-crossed souls.

A heart beats strong
As a mouth breathes deeper.
Alternating with themselves.
In unison with each other.

He should go, as she reminds him so,
But he will not spin about on his toe.
Instead, showing her what his heart felt long ago.