Slowly edging toward a breakdown, falling apart
doesn’t mean you’re spiralling for an end.
Two can survive through the mist,
persisting with the presence of lingering emotion.
Hands, fingers folded as one
like a rose bud
physically and mentally grasping the hope.
Entightened in a embrace
full of desperateness.
Thoughts, worries incline before soothing,
recurring yet fading in your clasp.
The warmth of their chest is symbolic
in addition to their gaze: