he had sad eyes,
and dusty insides,
she didn't fit,
and never wore a true smile,
the only thing to lift him up,
was the pluck of a string,
the simplest way to gain some joy,
was for her to listen to a gravelly voice
riddled with pain,
both so alike,
compatibility like no other,
but he built a barricade,
and she encased her heart with a tall,
impermeable wall.
which meant they would never collide,
and instead spent their lives in passing,
completely and utterly alien
in our little sphere
we like to call home.