A drink in their hands,
Smiles on their face,
A candle to soothe,
And a lovely conversation too .
Outrageous they were termed,
A single mom, she belonged to nineties
A tired teacher, he was of sixties
They shared something beautiful,
Battered bodies, shattered souls.
The bridge they began constructing
Was never meant for completion.
I am just back from a vacation, and for a change am in a real good mood, I struggled to write something on outrageous but I was in too much of a positive frame of mind to think about outrageous, then I began thinking about completion and kind of struggled with that too. Hopefully this makes some sense