future presence

catefrances

she stands on the crest of wave and watches
in the distance she can see the embers
the sky glows with resignation and she waits
she hugs her arms to her body thinking back
the touches, the smiles, the warmth

condemned by dreams crushed by desire denied
he stands at the bottom of the rift and watches
his dying heart stoking the fire
he hangs his head thinking forward
no touches no smiles no warmth
unless...