A glimpse of gloom

We still secretly hold hands,
like entwined roots underneath
thousand miles of detached earth.
Dreams run down our eyes,
seeking solace under well dressed pillows,
soggy with love laden talk.
I watched as the clouds that once
filled our pillow, effortlessly broke off
into two, leaving only darkness within.
But in rain, our roots embraced
lest the loose loam crumbled.
It never did and we never fell.
Only glanced at each other,
through the darkness that concealed all.
All but us, not you, not me.