She was the yin
to his yang.
He was the dot to her "i".
When she was black or white,
he was her colors in between.
He finished her sentence
she felt his thoughts.
They understood from the
inside out
because that's how they
began.
She was the words and he
the notes
together, an endless song.
He was her real after surreal
dreams
she the pier where he anchored
his soul.
He was the rope when all
else pulled her away
she was his lamp in the
dark.
Hers were the blue that mirrored
the brown
in the looking glass eyes
of the heart.
She was the soft to his hard
and when the door had closed
oh, when the lights blinked
out ...
they were as both fire and
ice
blurring the lines
between the she and the
he
until he was time
she the clock
and together, an eternity.
Written by CJ Heck
Author of Barking
Spiders and Other Such Stuff
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