His & Hers
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.