Two

Two

In different rooms

Of the same round gold house

No view

Always looking through

Towards the other prison brother

A tune

They both once knew 

Is now an illusive wail on the wind

They lose

And search for more to lose

A sacrifice to the God that gives back past

Inevitably 

A great storm comes

And tears the whole gold round house and all it's walls to the ground

Two alone

Staring at each other, unclothed, exposed

Seeing things they'd both hoped to dispose

Then one

Not wanting to see, runs

To embrace the other, see over their shoulder 

But one

Has seen the question

They'll need to answer from now til forever

Or maybe from now 

until they turn around 

and leave the other, leave the round gold prison, and their brother