There are two themes in this world,
Call them what you will.
There’s the love another’s hand unfurls,
And then there’s loneliness.
Both hold memories,
but only one holds them well.

Born from the shadows
cast between two lovers,
ink as black and cold.
It breathes in the exhales,
The premature sighs,
Of lovers that are too bold.

Words don’t forget,
no matter how old.
So, choose wisely
with whom you write.
For born from the shadows,
pain unforetold,
surely, a reason to fright.