Tears met hammers
And the two waltzed
to a beat neither knew,
Feet dragging themselves,
often colliding with each other
As they groped for space.
They drifted to a corner
Like paper swept by the wind
and reminisced of times gone by
when feet had tongues,
hands had ears,
and eyes locked in the brilliance of a million suns.
One summer, they rode their bicycles onto a patch of snow.
In the winter, they stepped down from their cloud.
Today they stand on islands
The hug disentangled,
The cloud has settled above another city.