His cold demeanor
Made her heart break
One word could heal
But he was bleak

Absent from reality
Was the lesson he learned
Failure to see those around
She felt small and invisible
She screamed to not vanish
But being stoic was his strength

She was drained, shrunken, morphed
Her last ember was to search

With light by her side she rose
And he followed

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