The clash is over,
the storm has calmed,
and the bitter rage has dissipated.
All that is left
is a mixture of aches in the hearts,
pain in their thoughts,
and re-evaluation of all that's now passed and all that remains.
He slowly looks over her pale face
with sad puppy eyes.
She returns his gaze with melancholy
(he looks blurry through her tears)
He reads her thoughts by reaching for her hand
and gently pulling her close.
With each caress, her soul is put at ease and
it's almost like...
her emotional wounds are instantly mended.
Like two doves
(and without a single word)
they come together cheek to cheek
and partake in a moment of peace.
They share an infinite sadness in this very moment.
Tears mix together
like two streams that flow
into an ocean of silent accord,
mutual understanding,
and unending sympathy...