Venues.

She was a dim light in a coffee shop singing of love unrequited. He was a concert light shifting through jumping crowds.  He sang of night’s desires. He saw her glass heart, how easy it was to stomp on it. He roared through her soft and mellow, shaking her like a hurricane.

He’s addicted to the road and adventure. She’s lost in her imagination. Now she sits alone in a padded room, singing of a love they say never existed.  The wind blows and she cries of a touch so gentle.