We cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever. We must stand up and move on to the next action.
—
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
Staring at the wall
He waits for her
Heart in his hands
Scars on his soul
Reaching for the knob
She waits for him
Heart in her feet
Scars on her arms
Searching in the dark
He aches for her
Sapphires reflect his soul
Legs fail his body
Leaning into the door
She aches for him
Amber holds her heart
Hands fail her truths
Turning against the tide
He wants her touch
Ginger ruffled in his touch
Wishes in his heart
Walking into the tide
She wants his voice
Curls tossed in her tremors
Worries in her mind
Leaning on the door
He opens to her
Sapphires searching her soul
Legs fail her body
Searching in the dark
She falls into him
Amber shimmers for him
Hands fail his truths
Reaching for the knob
He closes her in
Heart in her hands
Scars on his soul
Staring at the wall
She pulls him in
Heart in his feet
Scars on her arms
Turning against the tide
He touches her face
Curls wind around his fingers
Wishes in his heart
Walking into the tide
She touches his face
Ginger slides through her fingers
Love in her heart