Her...

by sweetmango
wax crayon
"Her"

Moon sat high
just enough light to see the
remnants of last nights
brief but polite thunderstorm
drips from the large oval leaves
like tears rolling off her cheek.
She walked down
the winding trail
each step was taken blindly
not knowing what was on the path ahead.
she stopped, she closed her eyes
and flew.

He handed her a box
a cold thing made of steel
a silver cage
and without hesitation she
put her hand inside
and took out his heart
and threw the box as far away as she could.
she placed his beside hers
she kept their hearts together
like she said she would
because she always keeps a promise
even ones made in the rain following a thunderstorm.

Ahead, down the path
glinting in the moonlight
she could see the ocean
swells heaving and rolling
calm and eternal
so she started walking again
singing to him over her shoulder
meet me by the water tonight
and behind her trailed
all the promises she ever made
because there's something about us
she said.

Where am I he asked
right here she said
as she touched her heart
and he closed his eyes
and the storm stopped
and he stood bathed in the
illumination of the low slung moon
and silver laughter, the colour of the moon
danced from her mouth when he tried to
return her heart
it is not yours to give to anyone, even me
and she closed his eyes and they flew.