Quantum Entanglement

Locked to never be touched or seen or felt

By each other

Stone cold isolation

The qualities of statues and stories

Without story tellers

Quantum entanglement with infinite pain

Their love lost in the folds of time, and space

But what’s lost can be found again

Not in a mirror without flaws

But from forth the vibrating strings,

Which diverge and coalesce:

To form,

Us