Together Alone
At the heart of them, both of them, there was terrible hole that time
had not healed, that love could not bridge, and togetherness not
ease. From it poured the vastness of space, no matter how surrounded
they were, they would always be together alone. It was a disease to
them that no one could cure.
They could not give it a name with which they may have conquered it;
they could not speak of it without causing further pain to one
another. It would always be there between them, just as the stars
always twinkle in the night sky, no matter where one stands.
Posted by ac at June 13, 2003 12:47 AM