Her
The eyes are distant now, no longer the receptacle of life,
The voice uncertain now, not sure of wrong or right.
She wanders through days - long ago gone by,
On parallel bars, she flew so high.
She knows she loves, though not certain of who,
A curtain has been drawn that she can't see through.
Him
He knew it would happen, this proud and stern man,
When the world was not his, to be scattered like sand.
He waits now, he waits, not a prisoner or free -
Not certain of today, or tomorrows to be.
His life was a wave upon the sea - a ripple and then a wall,
Only to recede again, leaving him not important at all.
