Consolation to the Foolish.

The tents have been removed,
The rides have been shut,
The carnival is over.
There is a silence in the darkness,
And I can no longer feel the rhythm of your breathing besides me.
As the sense of loss rushes through my veins,
Infusing into my very bones,
It ends in a high pitched whine,
A shattering scream.


The world falls around us,
It breaks into pieces.
Shards of broken mirrors,
Amidst them we stand.
Not together.
Not alone.
A shadow to each other,
Dark silhouettes, barely visible,
We are but vapors of misty breath.


A lifetime from now,
In the middle of a crowded street,
Or maybe an island long forgotten,
A place not known,
Not to us.
We will meet each other again.
You will be there,
I will be there.
The world will stand still.
Our world.
And like the crashing of waves on the rocky beach,
You and I will be one.