This story does not end with the last line...

His

He found himself 

at the left luggage

of a bankrupt world

Spiritually drained it had become

men deprived of any compassion

for those left owning naught to nil

Yet when the bank had declared his failure

a stone fell from his chest, the breath freed

filling the one backpack, its content sufficed

He knew another planet was there to be won

Hers

She had become baggage

because in a failed society

she couldn't afford the rent

What was more important to her body

was to shield her little girl from a harm

so, her mind travelled out of this world

This fairness within surpassed her outer beauty

where the petty and wealthy drooled and craved

and owned all, but never would have just enough

She knew another celestial was there for the taking

Theirs

As the world had foreclosed their lives

they were destined to meet somewhere

to anywhere off or within society's spoors

As her little girl was blessed outside the digits

was raised with vowel and consonant and none

of the strings of zeroes and ones that interrupt life

The ancient backpacker rescued a guiltless from fornication

while he slew her ways and her clients never to reach a peak 

again. She just smiled and kissed the olden gently into her life

They by fate intertwined found a haven and joined to raise their..

© 2022-09-25

Note.

No, this story does not end with the last line

there is a beginning of the end tucked away

it's filled and blessed with love, green acres, 

a tree house and other misfits from all over...

© 2022-09-25