aqu-ari-um

Running past the rough        wreckage dump, Something she sought        stuck out. An ancient archive        of amicable times, A painful reminder of        past deeds: He is now past the        foam-paths. He, her life's light,         her love's reason. Tied together        for two years, but scowling in the shade        a secret hid. No more might he        meet her love, her longing. She lost        her loving mate. Her heart, too,        he hacked away from her, her fragile figure,        a forsaken shell. Waking up, her dream        too disturbingly painful, Away she ran, wanting        to be apart, distanced, no ceasing