she remembers
how he loved her heart:
   and in acceptance, shelter;
      and within shelter, love.

but now,
a choked-off loneliness besets her:
   and it's nobody's fault
      that they aren't him

he wanders here in desolation,
wondering at how things are;
finding it small consolation
that he's made it here, this far

gray and silent, overboding,
full of sorrow, grace, and wrath;
questions born to find no answers
slogging down a strangled path