Solace

My palm,
Against,
The spot,
That you touched,
But,
The Wall,
Is cold.

No warmth,
Within,
The spot,
That you touched,
And,
The wall,
Is cold.

Memory,
Of warmth,
Dies out,
And does fade,
With,
The wall,
That's cold.

Meekly,
Submitting,
To fate,
And the wall,
With,
The heart,
Of stone.

My life,
Goes on,
Nonchalant,
Ignorant,
Of,
Could be,
And can't.

We meet,
Again,
Strangers,
And renew,
Deep,
Unholy,
Silence.

And part,
Again,
Lovers,
So sacred,
Of,
A new,
Kind faith.

Not sad,
But oft,
Blessed,
We are so,
Of,
A love,
Expressed.

Within,
The cold,
Stone wall,
Where our palms,
Did,
Part in,
Darkness.