Her arms lay beside her side
His ample time lay beside her arms
We held hands, he held them as his own
The right hand of the clock strick off another minute
We decided to leave the loneliness and minutiae
Premonition of repudiating our feelings
Amusement, and parks of recreation
We should be more like apples and less like oranges
That's what they tell us, as they compare our art
Some of us love the doctored fruits and imagery

Some of us hide in the fine-line of shadows and unbeing, just being shadows
I hope someone, begs to differ when seeing this serendipity