Dark, Cold, And Complete.

She held my hand as I guided her through the grey. It was all I could ask for,
if this were a thing I had thought of before,
This appeared from beyond my dreams,
and her’s,
as she says,
was from them.
She, the abstractionists.
Me, the existentialists.
There we were, dark, cold, and complete.

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