Mountains and Valleys

Secrets and vespers fill the air, the space that they created where only they exist. They cannot stop, they have been at this for far too long. There is too much to lose though neither have each other. They are not for having. The walls and labyrinth he spoke of all have crumbled as they redrew the lines where they saw fit. The line is jagged and faded in most places and they notice. He hadn't been touched in years and he craved the voice of her touch, it's been two Augusts. Dark red streaks down his back, the touch of the ear, and his soft hair that was fading with time. They were held back by affection and fear and prudence, but the wall on the mountain side no longer stood and the wind that balanced them was too fierce to maintain. They can never grow apart, she saved him when no one else would. Or could. Another soul stepped in, too old to do the job but too young to know better. She does not know him or how capable of heartbreak he is. He never means to break hearts but is well aware that he will, every time. I know that if I could just talk to him once more that I could move on, but that is just the lie i tell myself. I will always want more. It is the voracious ambition of humans to never be sated, to believe that the next time will be better and more than what once was.