A Separate Peace

Cradled between the cyan-tinged darkness
That loomed ahead of her,
And the tender moonshine, pristine,
That flowed down the contours of her shoulders
Was her self,
Lifeless.
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She welcomed him into her home.
She brought him in, herself.
A little kiss on his nose,
And he was hers.
His fingers did he wrap
Around her hand,
She felt complete.
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Wrapped around each other
In bed, together
He was all she ever had.
In his eyes, she saw her hopes,
Reinvigorated,
Revived, restored.
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Strange things happen. Even here they did.
He disappeared.
From her comforting embrace,
From her re-assuring smile,
From her lingering protectiveness,
He disappeared.
She searched for days. She searched at nights.
In gardens, on the streets,
In those little clandestine caves,
On the beaches, in the woods,
Her search left no stones unturned
No doors un-knocked
No pebbles un-trampled on.
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Her tears had run dry, her throat was very hoarse.
Her faculties could not conjure
A feed-back apt enough, when they,
Removed the veil
That covered his face.
It wasn’t quite him anymore.
Only a lot of blood, and an eye.
Clawing through the endless emptiness in her mind,
She could grasp one realization.
He was never going to come home to her
Ever again.
The hopes in her eyes, died away
Or you may say, dried off,
Vaporized into another existence.
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Cradled between the cyan-tinged darkness
That loomed ahead of her,
And the tender moonshine, pristine,
That flowed down the contours of her shoulders
Was her self….
Lifeless,
If they saw from this world
That had taken him away from him.
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In the other world,
The moonshine brought into sight a path.
If they look closely enough,
They shall see her,
Walking away, his hands in hers,
Walking into a separate peace
Walking towards a new truth…
Mother and child,
Walking together to be
Eternally united.


[Inspired heavily from the movies 'El Orfanato', 'Paris Je t'aime(Place des Victoires)' and 'Changeling']
Note: The title is borrowed from John Knowles' novel of the same name, but this textual piece has hardly anything to do with the novel.