A crescent moon shines upon their face
as they walk towards their fate together
hands entwined, love in their hearts
they thought they would live forever.
A startling sound in that lonely night
the hearts beating faster than ever
the cold fear rising in their spines
thought they wouldn't break apart, never.
Years after living together
they thought it was trust that bound them
years after loving each other
they thought it was fate who guided them.
It began with a slow trickle
then the gentle gestures went missing
that trickle grew at a steady pace
the subtle hints had begun dropping.
The curtains of trust that were there
now turning into veils of lies
the intimate moments of love that were
slowly turning into agonizing cries.
The night was still young, they had far to go
the road seemed uneven, those hands were alone
the terrors in the trust that were freshly sowed
had begun to take shape, they had started to grow.
Further and further apart they grew
till there was nothing but silence
further and further apart they walked
till there was nothing more than just night's presence.
The story comes to an end at last
with each moment bearing the hard truth
the hardest part was accepting the fact
the trickle of time that had erased their youth.