Hands held in the dark.
A touch that doesn’t soothe.
Silence sings psalms to the great emptiness inside our hearts.
Turn away your face, once wreathed in light.
Now wears a smoky veil.
Your name a vapor trail, just a fading shadow begging to be forgotten.
Guilt has corrupted these hearts now exhausted, so grim and cold.
We are dying – forsaken in each others eyes.
This is our bittersweet climax.