His & Hers

She erupted.

He recoiled.

She feared the absence of happiness.

He feared growing old.

She, a modest candle flame, flickering — hot enough to burn.

He, delicate layers of ice, cracking — a chill in the air.

She laughed with her eyes and smiled with her hands.

His I-love-yous choked on his Adam’s apple.

She desired desire.

He desired control.

She painted in a spectrum of colors.

He didn’t like art.

Her room was empty, all except for him,

His room was empty.

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