Opposites Attract

Rain politely drums on the sills and bonnets,

The dampened air marches ominous and omnipotent,

Two kindred souls lie speechless drowning in the same light,

Silence undeterred by percolating words,

Hurt and hurt and hurt and hurt,

The incomprehensible clouding lust,

Attempting to fathom the unjust of being not just.

Why do shadows of the past dance in the future,

Amidst the fog of older souls, lie ghosts of what could have been,

Words avoid leaving permanent voids

Holes that can never be filled

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