Two pairs of eyes, one yours and one mine, Unfocused, we stare beyond the ceiling. The room is awake with white noise, Only we are dead to all it's appealing. I am barely aware of your hand in mine, Like I am aware of the clock and the still running shower, It is a spot on the horizon, this room is far far away, And the silence grows outward like a deadly flower. And my lover floats with me on this numb sea, Ebb and flow we go, from one memory to another.
You may leave us now dear reader, for our agony is still too fresh too feel, Come see us when the dam breaks and pain demands an appointment. Come back then dear reader and witness the downfall of your muses. For now we must lie here hand in hand, unthinking, unspeaking and be a mere poetic disappointment..