Strange Strangers

She sees his hands now,
Once so lovingly held-
Now seem cold and gnarled.
The fingers that had entwined hers once,
Now seem so slippery.
The ice between them,
Glacial like -
As the unseeing eyes,
Fear the contact.
Hers cold - his questioning.
The strange strangers -
Subscribe to the distance,
Of a worn out,
Love-story -
That created only a
Scary-tale.
Hollow and Shallow reflections-
At the bitterness of the end.
Yet she moves on with pace
And grace.
To embrace all the new -
And live life anew.
With a vow renewed -
To never let the heart be
Frail again.