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WARNING: Poetry! If it brings you out in hives- don't read it. Simple as.

Thank you: to the brilliant person who put Janeway's quarters next to Chakotay- you'll understand in the companion piece.

AK :)


Shift ends. They turn away,
Leaving the bridge,
Marking the end of another day.

They go together,
Down to Deck three,
Neither speaking,
Both endure the silence-
Uncomfortably.

They walk, side by side,
Down lifeless corridors.
The fork in their journey is here.
Nothing spoken yet- the heavy silence said more.

They stop.
This is where they should part.

She opens her mouth,
Searching for words,
So easily spoken, so easily heard,
Yet never sanctioned.

He wants to wait- but can't.
Instead, he turns, leaves, thinking:
I'll keep up my end,
If you keep up yours.

At the End of the Day,
They part ways as always-
Colleagues to be seen, heard, known by others.
Allies in life.
But Lovers?

Never as long as what lies between them still stands.