Me & You

~Between the lines of silver and gold,
A story breathes, yet remains untold.
Her eyes carry years he have yet to see,
His hold a future that wasn’t meant to be.
The world draws borders with cold, steady hands,
Building high walls over shifting sands.
"Not your age," they whisper, "not your kind,"
Leaving their beating hearts trailing behind.
But silence is power, and shadows can wait,
They are bowing to duty, but not to their fate.
Though they let go of hands to soften the blow,
The roots of this love continue to grow.
So walk toward the sunrise, he'll stay with the moon,
This isn’t "goodbye," just "not quite this soon"
For the clocks will all reset, and the world will turn blue,
And she’ll find her way back... always to him.