Bubbles

And she,
Admittedly,
Thought about it
A little more,
Feeling that abysmal
Tension come wrap
Around her heart

Covered,
Enveloped, now
Surrounded by
A new secret,
Holding love hostage, not
Able to burn
Out of its hold.

But still
She let it be,
As she knew that
This crushing calm
Was a whole part of the
Enigmatic
Experience.

She felt
Foreign mumblings
Come with this torque
And they told her
That he and she were in
Fact not one, no.
They were apart.

So irrevocably separate,

But still
Trying to grasp
The other in
The only way,
That they had yet to try,
Almost in what
Seemed to be a

Star-crossed desperation.

Despite
This aching, failed
Romance they tripped
Upon, lasting
Seconds, lost so quickly,
They were still so
Crisply alone,

On they’re own.

She had
Tried to come in
His bubble just
As he had tried
To understand her mind,
But it had seemed
To be aimless.

Half-hearted, unfocused and distracted.

If we
Only knew. But
All the same, the
Iridescent,
Clandestine bubbles that
They had joined in
Under and through,

Popped like
A lone eye blink;
Silent, serene,
And effortless
In and of it’s cleansing
of itself there.
Quiet, over.