For Her.

There was a time, when we were poor together. She and I. We were happy. We were glad. There was immense joy and every obstacle was a challenge. Every hardship infused us with life. Now here we are, in palaces and swimming in a pool of gold. But we are surrounded by a miasma of yearning whispers and undecipherable moans. Trapped in our wants.Blind. Two pebbles broken from the same stone, thrown together, landing on different sides of the hill. Now we roll off in different directions. There we are, now, at the bottom. Long afterwards, when we we will be grounded to dust and the the face of the world has changed.. we will meet then... particle by particle, grain by grain.. a whole stone again.