Silent speakers sit
close in the dark, on
Cold damp stone steps
a gulf apart.
Shadows of figures
slink past,
Oblivious to silent
speakers in the dark
Chill air soaks
through their skin,
The night runs wild,
gleefully tantalising.
She feels lost, empty-
back to where they've been,
His touch soaks
through her chill skin
Drops of sadness
falling from the skies,
The loneliness that
couldn't fall from their eyes
She’s dry; an aching
dry pain, there feeling aching dry rain.
The cry of despair is
trapped inside,
Punching at rebounding
walls-
She can’t escape and
the angel falls.
