We stand together, alone on an empty stage. My words fall breathlessly down upon your naked skin. I speak bits of charcoal, and flame and your toes pigeon together. Tears begin to trail like shards of glass down your porcelain cheeks, cutting into the bits of soul we still have left. Heads begin to tilt and we lose ourselves in that instance. The last true portions of honesty and loss fall off our tongues. Your eyes melt into mine, and our souls are finally two beings again. So much for being soul mates... I exit left, this stage is yet again left alone. ....everything has changed, nothing is the same.
