Imprint

She read his book,
He read her diary.
They both became
Imprinted in print.

Her heart beat silently,
Demurely, in a deaf-house.
His heart muted-
Wrapped away in cerecloth.

Thoughts, they nagged,
Dreams, they persisted.
Breathing in unison,
Coincidentally sleeping.

Children came, stayed,
Often playing in secret.
Cereal was eaten,
Clothes became dwarfed.

She grew older,
He grew greyer,
Merriment left altogether,
Tired of gaming alone.

Then the sun rose in the West.
Her diary and his book ashed.
They died in separate rooms,
Rather glad for the reprieve.