The two of them.(Poem)

 
  He's the black plug that fits no socket. 
  She's the small change that weights the pocket. 
 
  He's the exhaust in the atmosphere. 
  She's her own nightmare. She's the fear. 
 
  He's the cloud that yields no rain 
  She's the drug that seeds the pain. 
 
  He's the dead dog that no one fed. 
  She's the needle that lost its thread. 
 
  He's the line without a hook. 
  He's the last gasp the drowned man took. 
 
  She's …