They had grown a little older
And a little younger.
The pair as they had trudged through
These years together.
With eyes set on the horizon,
A prayer on lips,
And hope emblazoning their way ahead.
He held her hand firmly,
His iron grip tight.
To let go was to die,
As she kept weaving
In and out of the
Simple but similar reasons
To die for.
He pulled her closer,
His breath filling her lungs,
When she gasped with the magnitude of it all-
As reality faded and dreams overwhelmed.
When the clouds departed,
Leaving a sunny road yonder,
All the pair of them could do
Was to sit and wonder.
At the impact and implications,
The implicit intonations-
Of someone's lost hopes
And the other's regained trust in magic.
