begotten woes

his touch whispered tender odes
     of appreciation and anticipation
               for all she might be
                     all she yet was
                          wasn't his

                            old songs played to unfamiliar ears
                                  and where memory halted
                                         sensations began
                                            entwined tightly around shaking fingers
                                               eager to forget
                                                   to find
                                                      release
                                                        and restoration

                                                        theres was an ill timed dance of uncertainty
                                                              full of missteps
                                                                 mistaken declarations
                                                                   two by two and one by none
                                                                     bodies collided
                                                                       falling
                                                                         misguided
                                                                          clueless as to the tunes that moved them


                                                                                 she was not her
                                                                and he was his own him
                                                          she was merely a she
                                               searching for possibility