A subtle air of obscurity
An avalanche of disappointment
As the realization occurs
that they were merely a detachment of life
Way before their time
Too soon, too fast, not enough.
Silent laughter strangles the room
Flames of scarlet across their cheeks
A fugitive touch of the hand
Glassy eyes, bolting minds
A nameless sadness oppressing their world
The faint heart filled with eager hopefulness
beaten by the imperious and sagacious mind
Quick flames leaping in every cell of their silhouettes
Only to be washed away by the knowingly river
The wistful melancholy bound to the star-crossed lovers
when they hear the sinking beating grow faint.