ours alone

she & she or
she & he or
he & he or
locked in a cage
like birds with clipped wings
staring through the bars out at the sunlight making its way over the back of the early morning mountains
with a cool breeze blowing through their hair
wondering just where it went wrong
staring one another in the eyes
coming to the realization simultaneously that
“this misery is ours alone”---
the codependence that reigns supreme
adjoining the two at the hip
sacrifices what little dreams they might have had independently of one another
for the bucket list bullshit disguised as
harmony &
the seasoned pipe dreams of teenage love of which
they are a long long way from the sound of the
starting gun,
but alas, the most pessimistic of onlookers may claim that
what’s done is done &
therefore, what hope is left remains in the
silence of death which will bring one the peace of
ceasing to be & the other
the peace of ceasing to be attached to
a sinking weight
when still trying to at least tread water in the middle of a vast
deep
ocean.