Broken

He studies her words 

But the landscape is unfamiliar.

Memories never made, 

Or were they? 

Purple sunsets and storms over the ocean. 

Silhouettes in the moonlit sand.

She stares into his eyes,

A blank canvas, 

Where splashes of color no longer dance.

Boundaries made 

Remain unbroken, 

Savoring the promises of another.

She feels him still.

Never open,

Opaque and obsolete.

The words she speaks 

Are foreign to his ears,

As her laughter remains unchanged.-