Lines of Love

Two people
Who
Fit together perfectly
Each are too shy to speak
Both feel guilty of their silence
But not badly enough
To come out and play
The game

One morning in the deep winter
She went for a walk on the one side of the river
He on the other
They walked in deep thought
Both focusing on the scenery below them
Consisting of
leaves drenched in ice,
Twigs and sticks holding hands with the solid dirt;
Never letting go.
They both pondered of each other and their
Silence.
Never on their walk did they come together;
Never did one notice the other on the opposing side;
Never did one notice what was ahead;
Just waiting for the end to crush their souls;
To crush what they had wanted but were too
Afraid
So their only defense was
Silence.

Above, from the eyes of heaven
The spectrum in view is only seen as
Two parallel lines;
Just two parallel lines;
Never ending
Never starting
Never loving