Graciously, he wandered
Far from what he would not destroy
Lonely, she sighed
Breathing through holes in her skin

She was not porous, but proud
He was not proud, but abashed
She wondered what she could do
But she had things of her own

Even so

They dwelled
On nights
Where their dreams became one
And they were alone in a crowded room
And he would tell her what she was
And she would deny it with a grimace

Even so

He wallows in shame before he speaks
And throws an idle hook to sea
Hoping to catch one fish
While she swims further away