Bittersweet Longing

Standing in the middle

Of all these milling and oblivious people,

Who can pass by a heart breaking in progress,

And not stop dead,

Feeling the shards of the damaged soul,

Clatter to the cold ground,

And melt away in the driving rain,

 

Hatter's hand grips Marie's,

As they stand still,

Bare and most tender skin revealed,

Ripped through by the barbed words of others,

Hatter stands straight faced and somber,

But look inside her,

See that it is all a facade,

Marie holds tight to her defender,

Tear filled eyes gleaming,

Whilst inside her anger burns harder and brighter,

With every passing moment,

 

Alone,

They hold onto each other and weep,

Longing for someone to reach out to them,

That special someone,

Who treats them like the jewels they are,

Regardless the circumstances,

 

But it is not to be,

Everyday they must face the dawning,

And they must face the dusk,

With a frozen point of view,

And an even colder heart.

Author's Note

Reposting this since it got deleted back during the "crisis"