My finger tips carefully held the pictures, memories flashed. Sounds of them were heard as if they were in distance.I cried, gripping the photos in my hands, throwing them to the floor. Contorted, a funny word to describe their state of being.

I was lacking something.

There was a breach between my wife and I. Nothing was the same. Silence was our only friend as we were around. A marriage no more.

Ringlets of brown

Cover my face

Yet, in the wind

blow behind, revealing my widow's peak.

It tickles her as we lie together.

Gently, she tugs at it.

It's been through a lot,

but so have I.

I love it, it is the best part of me

"We must refrain from one another, my love." Salty water fell from his eyes, trickling down his cheeks.

Lette sighed, her delicate fingers tracing little patterns on his soft skin. "You're always absent, please stay."

Blots of paint covered her arms, her shirt was fresh changing it before she came to his side.

"I need to change, I am not a man of steel. I want to protect you, and the kids."

She cried, placing herself on his lap, nuzzling into his neck.

"I know you have a temper, please stay."

My thoughts trace to my wife, as do my fingers trace her skin.

The thought of losing her.

The thought of losing my everything.

She turns her body to mine.

All the evil thoughts fade.

Happiness is the last thing, before darkness

takes over.

Happiness.

Two bodies.

Two mouths.

One heart.

One soul, yet it is a puzzle.

A piece is always missing.

I only seek out to find her.

Our fingers are held by a string.

Tangled, and messy.

I believe she is out there.

She may be living a better life, or same as me.

That doesn't matter,

as long as I find

her.

My heart will be at peace