two beings drowning.
she with a broken heart and unable to give up.
he with one shattered dream and another out of reach.
in passing by each other constantly… happen to touch.
for her, he is more of a straw than an anchor.
for him, she is a place between a dying flame and one flickering far away.
it was a short term affair with no strings attached.
she walks back to the closed door moored by a ghost anchor.
he walks into the door that has opened where his flame keeps him warm.
back to where they believe they belong.
© 2006 Padmavani Karkera.