Hesitant, she speaks.
He probes.
She stops, refuses to believe:
Love is not an option.

Desperate, he clings,
Tries to keep her here and now.
Desperate, she fights,
Tries to find a place to die.

Defeated, he weeps
For her pain and his own.

Lucid now, she holds him,
Ashamed of the thing that pushes him away,
Ashamed of the thing that eats her soul and his,
And fearing the truth in her fundamental lies.

She holds him,
He holds her,
And for a little while, at least,
They can still stave off the night.

April '02

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