My first CA fic! As a small note, this was mainly inspired by an astounding poem titled "The Great Fires" by Jack Gilbert. Go read it if you haven't. :)
By the way: I don't own Covert Affairs.
Paths
Why can't we say any more of what matters?
We were so close to desire, a small match
in a room lined with mirrors. The light
would catch your fingertips, arms,
eyelashes. Love would allow me
to caress every bruise splotched with pain.
The way you run is farthest from home and
I'm crying, slumped, in a cold backyard.
You'll keep trying to find your way
without stumbling; maybe I'll find
the path that turns you around.
We could pray together across
the miles. We'll sing of help that could go unsung.
We'll sit in our separate darkness
as the fires build.
