YOU:
A thread-bare cloth.
Perfectly serene and scented with memories.

ME:
A matchless string.
Desperately searching..clinging for hope.

No. I will not loosen my grip.

I will hold you. I will hold you.
No! I will not let you go.
Yes, I am a silly girl.
Dear, I know it doesn't match.

Fragmented. Tattered.
Shred to pieces.
What else do I call you?
What else do I call myself?

Still I search for you.
With my fist clenched tight.

All the while our hearts were swooning,

Desperate to belong.

To what, we weren't quite sure..

So we indulged in the mysteries of our fragile souls.

We tried to understand and we tried to be understood.

With every fiber of our beings, we gave and we gave.

We gave it all away with our selfish desires.

But still empty we were.

Why can't my tongue produce the words to describe it?

The ache, the depth..

Tears can't explain it either.

Sweat drips down .. no, it pours down in anticipation.

We're almost there.