“Nights like these they do not speak. No word could fill the void left in any case. All they want is to find what was once lost--love, family, hope, happiness.

Yet the silent touches of flesh on flesh only leave more empty spaces inside. Meaningless sex has developed meaning; however, not the meaning either intended.

There still are no open signs of affection, nor will there ever be. For such displays are for those in love--those who do not fear losing all.

And looking into those violet (green) eyes, they try not to imagine the loss of this as well.