We lay together for the last time,
A cold embrace,
Where never before had we been so far apart.
The disparity in deficits, until there's nothing left,
No words, no background, no memories,
And it's so quiet I can hear you thinking,
Every word over in poetic narration.
I wish I could say the modesty seemed overbearing,
But this time was different,
Like horse-meat with white wine,
It might take some getting used to,
And I'm not surprised,
Nor angry, nor placid,
Just ephemeral to the sway,
And maybe you're broken,
Irreparable, but things will be as they always have,
Wherever and as they may.