Poem - Fragmentary

She realized again the slip she'd made,

Expressing at the break, while holding her brigade.

Tough love it is, when it comes to these two,

Ravenous seclusion behind their backs they brew.

A confused little bird she is, most of the time,

The fear of flight yet afraid to be left behind.

He however, is not always going to be there,

No words is he left with now, to spare.

The state she's in, is of complete despair,

He keeps waiting for the moments, until their repair.

From one topic to another she jumps rapidly while they converse,

Just for a little extra time before they again disperse.

Never is the conversation ever completed,

But things that really matter, slowly get depleted

It's not going to change is what she's realized,

With every moment passing, her heart's getting penalised

There isn't any fault in him nor her

It's just the incompleteness that they're unable to conquer.