clasping his hands
were nothing but pain.
embracing his goodbyes
and listening to his
wrath,
were more than hell,
and lesser than any
mundane pleasures.
but letting go
of those torns
which she once loved,
held, and touched,
gave her peace,
joy, opportunities,
and open heart.
she loved him indeed,
he loved her too,
but,
they were just
a chapter in each other's diaries
and their wisdoms and
memories
both shall live
and fuel
their pens
to write their
own stories.