Yin and Yang

And then there were two, 

Sitting on a bench by the bus stop.

Waiting.

Watching.

Two kids - teenagers - then young adults.

On different sides of the same story.

One representing tails

The other, heads.

One representing Yin

The other, Yang.

It's not like they are friends.

They don't have to be.

They're not enemies.

They can't be.

There are two puzzle pieces in their minds that can only be filled with the other's presence.

This is not a love story.

It's a story of friendship that cannot be.

Why, no one knows.

Possibly their own human stubbornness is keeping them apart.

Perhaps it's their foolishness.

Their obliviousness.

They refuse to smile at each other but steal glances instead

And the eye contact

Says more than anything.

The Yin has a story

She won't say aloud.

The Yang

Won't open up

Or share

Or engage.

They both have their lives and their loves and their frustrations.

They both have backgrounds.

Stories.

But because

They are different

Opposites

They will never speak

Because they are scared

To open

Their hearts

And their minds.

So

There were two

Sitting on that bench

Not acknowledging

But never completely ignoring each other either.

A sort of perfect

Balanced

In-between

Of Yin

And Yang.

Posted in response to the challenge Two.

QueenBee

VT

13 years old

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