what purview do you have left for me
my words, limbs or what I see
you've debased and taken all and more
now am I to be mopped across the floor

once with tender and caring concern
like an eternal flame that would forever burn
doused now with trinkets one by one
all that was cherished now blatantly undone

this journey to nowhere was never known
our blindness so complete and never shown
all those efforts, dance art and song
where crafted to make us permanent and strong

you said it your way, I mine
unholy they became in our faltering shrine
now a deep and distant haze
thankfully softens the sorrow in our days