The sun sets on a mediocre day
She lifts her face to the waning rays
trying hard to recall the scorching waves the he used to bring
it had been so long since she felt his touch
leaning onto him for support
she shifted her weight and turned towards him
hello
hi he replied
how did it come to this
how did passion surrender to routine
how did fear turn into jealousy
and jealousy turn to rage
too many harsh words had passed between them
too many unanswered questions and unsolved puzzles
trust had become a precious commodity
with a price that was too high for them to pay
here now in the winter of their youth
they remain still
for surely not moving gives neither the chance to opportion blame
