She was his temple.
He drowned in her spirit.
It killed him in the end.

He was hiding under her skin.
He was her house.
Her shelter from storms

Where as a mouse she hid.
An honest abode.
Concealing the secrets of joys long since passed.

In the days where emotions exploded.
The joys were captured in  a net of nylon.
Stuck in a location where all  secrets live.

They are stopped dead.
Dead in their tracks.
Left no remains.
Grey tear stains.
Faded from red.

The remains of the day.
As dolphins together.
They rove free through the sea.

Livvi