She fits
curled up in the corner of a bed too large for just him
her tears dripping down the wall
wet like blood, but no stain
Only the two will remember
the loneliness in company,
how two can be one, apart,
hot two can be one,
how two can be one less than one,
how one is lost in two
and where there were two there is one

She disappears into the corner
words she won't speak collapse upon the sheets that envelope her
his tears can't cross the ocean between them
the sea is neither more or less wet