They shivered a little more, As they saw her leaving. The subtle droop unnoticed, As the colors faded away. They waited for her, On that doorstep. Weary and drenched, Drowned in dismay. They were his words, She couldn't hear. They were her silence, He didn't understand. Language of withered flowers, A bouquet of lost dreams.
And ever since that moment, That unlikely move of fate, Two hearts dance, To a different beat. Each night, She smiles at the moon. Each day, She hums to the waves. Two different worlds, Him and Her. But a connection, So elevating. So electric. So empowering. A gush of emotions, That brings them ease. They know it is real. They know it is true. For it isn’t every day, The moon hums a melody, It isn’t every day, The waves smile back at you.