I.Her:
It was the day when all of the lights went out,
When I truly had an epiphany. 
I sat there, contorted with misery,  molding myself into the corner:
a stranger in my own home. 
It was all unfamiliar to me, as your breaths heaved in the silence. 
I could feel your lungs expand, as my heart began to contract.
Its veins began to break as the life it once carried
Spilled from the passageways, and into a neat pool beside me. 
I was no longer human. 
No heart, no soul, no conscience.
But it was all because of you. 
For you were the one with the wandering eyes and mind. 
You were the chameleon--
We played hide and seek, while I searched endlessly for you.
But you were always swifter,
morphing into the background,
Sliding under the crack of the doorway,
Into the arms of another,
When I was looking away.    
Now I sit in silence, watching the flickering flames turn the candle
Into melted wax,
teardrops forming,
as it drips down into the barren ashes. 
The lights are on now. 
I pick up the pieces of myself that are scattered about the house.
I see the last piece that had been missing for so long,
And tuck it away into the sheets of the bed. 
I take a final glance at him, and smell an unfamiliar lavender scent
On the collar of his crumpled shirt.
The ground breaks beneath us as canyons are formed between us.
I do not  look back, afraid that I will see his deep hazel eyes,
And remember why I fell in love with him. 
II.  Him:
I stood beside her, my blood pounding in the deep passageways of my veins in the  silence. 
My hand uncoiled  like a boa constrictor, as I tried to snatch her hand at her side,
But she was swifter than I was, elegantly placing it in her front pocket,
Out of my reach.
I looked into the window, studying the figures
I no longer knew . 
Nobody warned me that the electricity would be cut,
As I stood in the blank space and took a step toward her,
Testing the pressure in the darkness. She recoiled at my presence, playing cat and mouse
As I preyed on her, hoping that she would talk to me again. 
Hoping that she would look into my eyes, and see
My heart deformed with regret,
But they were concealed under heavy black curtains, never to be seen again.
I sat there, dwarfed in silence, as I thought of this morning with the other.
But, I no longer missed her. 
Not her hair, black as the ace of spades.
Not her flashy smile, and pomegranate lips. 
Now, I only miss the woman and man that used to be,
As I watched the steady blaze widen and soften,
As they softened into the depths of the gloom. 
A light came on, illuminating her, as I looked at her small frame, never blinking,
Breathing in her Coco Chanel scent. 
She stood beside me-- she was close, but unreachable.
Waving goodbye,
As I stood motionless, taking a last glimpse of her beauty. 
I searched her face for any regret, but her once peachy skin
was frozen.
Blood not seeming to pulse under her pasty skin. 
I stood there, watching her figure turn to ashes,
Knowing that I would always love her.