December 7, 2013

All I could do was cry

It is the saddest thing, for tonight is their last night
as an innocent, complete, ideal couple; her last night
with a man she has known for so many years,
a man she knows almost everything about,
                               and wants no more of.

Soon they will be strangers; no wait, they can never be that.
Even hurting someone is an act of reluctant intimacy.