Stolen Moments

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She hurried along,
Her sharp heels a clatter
Against the hard pavement.
The white sheet of rain,
Clouded her vision ahead.
But she knew he'll be there.
Like the old days.
As she took another step,
She clasped the hand she knew so well.
The crafted face looked at her-unsmiling.
The grey hair flatenned by the incessant pour.
The haze of the streetlight a mellow glow.
Soft yellow set the tinge,
As the lips met.
Hands held, they braved the rain-
To their shelter away from the prying world.
No hurry, no rush-
They sought peace in their well known enclosure.
Grey and green eyes- a familiar entrapment.
The love they made was not without fire.
It was one of knowledge of the past.
They spoke through their volumes of silence,
Words seemed paltry anyway.
Peace in a sinful comfort-
Their battered minds,
Powerless - a combat of conflicts.
Rueful at the passage of time,
That never saw them together.
Victims of the dreams of others,
They had ended up pawning lives.
Pawns themselves.
Their lives now,
Drained of emotions,
A mechanical existence without reason.
The stolen moments shared were,
Akin to prayers for the bliss of innocence.
She looked out-
Towards the night and beyond.
Secure in his arms,
Yet a mother now-
No more the carefree girl he had loved.
She fretted silently,
About her child.
And her husband as he drove back home.
She moved - he knew.
It was time to go.
To pick up the pieces of a hollow marriage.
He watched her as she stood-
Still regal despite the age.
Always the one woman he had dared to see through.
And submit to ceaselessly.
She looked at him-
Her soft eyes moist.
They would meet again-
Like this.
Shaded and jaded.
But no part of them incomplete.
Except their story.