his gaze as empty as hers.
their silent desperation burns like coal branding in their hearts, enduring painfully, staring, as deep as it can get into each other's thoughts.
... and so she too, sat there. staring, as tho time stood still, oblivious to the reality with the world accelerating.
the melancholy of it all, in a subtle explosion of a gradual accumulation of beauty, their simple relationship with great ailing details.
"i spent much time filling it up, you know? that big empty space... since you moved out" she said, breaking the silence of the wispy air that floats by.
"yea... saw that" .... he nodded.
that space.
a prolonged interval where they crossed and shared moments of similarities between the parallel lines that resembled them.
"how does it feel?" he asked knowingly.
"... hard work. things didnt feel belonged, u know? couldnt get the whole arrangement of stuff to fit right. they can get into quite a splinter at times."
he nodded again.
as much as both their vague existence in each other's life, their relentless gaze are as tho gazing into the mirror that reflects the truth, is a lie.
why? she could have ask. why?
but she did not. she will not.
He. an ambiguity. a literature that none can find on any paper.
She. plaque by the mysteries of such a parallel relationship of the distance between her and an empty, occupied space.
