Together they stand, against the wind of time.

They stand together, hands joined
the wind blowing through their hair, in their faces
Looking at the sky and at themselves.

They no longer care.

Tomorrow will be the same, as it is
the day after today, and today is the
day before tomorrow.

One is female, the other is male.

One stands in adoration of the other
the other stands in contempt. Why?
Why is it that when one loves, the other hates?

Perhaps it does not matter.

Tomorrow night will be the same, as it is
the night after this night, and tonight is the
night before tomorrow night.

She stands so pretty, beautiful, lovely.

I fall to my knees in praise of her beauty
She knows me not, and I fall deeper.
Deeper into the abyss called loneliness.

It grows ever colder.

Tomorrow's death will be the same, as it is the
death after today's death, and today's death is the
death before tomorrow's death.