she was the dark side of the moon.
just a whimper in the wind.
she was animal crackers and the number 4
she had flawless skin and a broken heart
but her face never showed it.
he was a face in the hall.
just a crumb of the cake.
he was a southern boy who would never see the northern lights.
he had shaky hands and a distant childhood
but never once did he cry.
they were just kids trying to capture the sun.
and wolfs crying to the moon.
but together they were everything.
long drives, loud music, and soft words.
they knew in another life their branches had grown intertwined.
and only the stars they gazed at foresaw how they would change each other.
