Perfect Strangers -- Half LifeThey knocked on each side of the door at the same time, cautiously. They knocked again, confused. The door opened, tentatively.
They smiled at the same time, almost embarrassed by their synchronicity. But they weren’t. They would never admit it, but both of them were secretly glad they had found each other, a perfect stranger.
They spoke no words, so as not to ruin the effect. And, in return, no words found them. Their eyes drank in each other, greedily attempting to slake the unquenchable, before the door closed between them, slamming them each back into their own respective worlds.
They both knocked on the door from opposite sides, startled by the instant echo. One pushed, the other pulled, and the door was open.
They shared a synchronised smile; secretly pleased to have found each other, perfect strangers.
No words were spoken; no need to. They sought only to look.
They knocked on the same door, opened it at the same time, smiled the same smile. Silence helped slake thei
Carpe DiemIf, in its due time, each temporal thing
Should take itself to fly, on spectral wing,
Away from places that memories reach,
Fading into that melancholy breach
That is the absence of living recall
If nothing rises but that it should fall
Into oblivion when none are left
To remember that once, this tree bereft
Of fruit and leaves, in its living hour,
Boasted many a sweet-smelling flower
If naught is gained by the passage of time
Save the gloomy turn of this very rhyme
Is love, then, as meaningless and as bare
As unseen phantoms in the empty air?