the one without the other

So, after a long time, this is the seventh poem of my "you" collection, only this one is a bit different. Enjoy, feel, review.

-the one without the other-

The light remembers the bodies

yet burns the words

The flower needs the talk

yet yearns for silence

The night holds the whispers

yet forgets the faces

The man acknowledges the presense

yet knows not of the existence 

The woman that loves him devours the mind

yet misses the skin

So, what's the plant

without its friends

And what's the dark

without some sun rays 

What are we...

without each other

and what will we become...

if my one finds not your other 

Author's Note

I mentioned in the description that this one is a little different than the previous "you" poems. This one does not contain a "you", but a "we" instead. I thought it was about time I added some unity to the poems, even if it is just for one poem. That's all I wanted to note. Please enjoy and review.