Our Second Love

They held their hands firmly, each fearful should the darkness clamped between their interlocked fingers escape into the light. After all, their secret shadows might just disintegrate if exposed to the scrutiny of bright light. Too tight was almost comfortable. It was the only thing they knew. So they held on even when their souls began to tug in opposite directions. Held on tighter as their hearts began to dull with anxiety. Desperate, to keep things the way they were as sweat threatened to let slip. How ever to begin to explain, each wondered. How could light and darkness co-exist?