Two People, Edvard Munch (1920)

Two People

It’s now the start of the bewitching hour
Two lonely hearts now coming together
Doing everything within their power
To give telling comfort to the other

Each with their own wholly consuming grief
Seeking respite within the other’s care
Understanding full well the time is brief
And no promise of the future to share

It is warmth which they share with every touch
In the other’s heat willingly embrace
Inwardly searching for something to clutch
That continues to be an endless chase

Confused are they with their myopic view
Will they ever know before the hour’s through