love bugs

as the two
get closer,
and begin
to lean on
one another,
almost melding
into one,
i see a grey
sadness on
their faces,
leaving one
life for
another,
chair by chair
and dish by
dish, they
parade the
boxes of one
house into
another, and
as the wedding
day looms,
gets larger
as the day
apporaches,
they no longer
wave, or say
hello in passing,
they are too
consumed with
what they have
done and where
they might be
going.