MY anon

He'd think back to times gone past
To rose tinted memories, improbable dreams he knew wouldn't last
Of unbearable pain and of blades that cut deep
Of bleeding foreheads that made it impossible to sleep
Doubts would persist, scars wouldn't go away
And then he'd think of why it had all gone astray

He talked of God and of the stars above
Of hope and of faith but he never mentioned love

She would recollect all that had happened before
How she had cried, sitting on the floor
Of broken promises and of love stories marred
Of how she couldn't reach out, how it became too hard
There was no moving on, no battles lost and won
Just the pain and heartbreak of a job left undone

She talked of God and of the stars above
Of hope and of faith but she never mentioned love

But now the days seemed shorter, the air felt heavier
Time had numbed them, the universe seemed a blur
They retold secrets, stories of when they were ten
And rediscovered what joy it was just to talk again
Debating art and law, conversations about "your" favourite song
Nothing to lose but each other, just as it had been all along

They talked of God and of the stars above
Of hope and of faith but they never mentioned love

He'd loved her instinctive caring, he realised he still did
She'd loved his boyish sagacity, she realised she still did
Time had made him calmer, happier
Time had made her wittier, snappier
Lessons had been learnt and there was a new reason to try
We needn't always agree, not every question has a reply
They wondered where they stood, what if push came to shove
They had talked of everything, everything but love

Yet not once did he complain, never did she fuss
They knew it would happen, for "they" were "us."