They met that one fateful afternoon
Feet travelling a rain-soaked beach
They orbited each other like sun and moon
But tears stained their cheeks each
To them, life had not been kind
It had torn them ever further apart
But here they found again a peace of mind
To tear down the wall built around their hearts
Hands were reaching, tears spilling over
Their lungs aching for a change of air
From lover to stranger, to once again lover
Life reigns in cycles, ignoring what's fair
They stood there for hours
Finding each other in an embrace
Their love will be written in flowers
And guide lost souls through life's maze
Author's note: The couple in this poem is referred to as they/them/their on purpose, allowing anyone reading this to picture their gender identifications and sexual orientations as they please. I have done this before in my poetry, but I figured it might be time to explain my reasoning behind it.
