Sad that silence be
the only place
where we coexist.
Sad that words be not
unsaid,
unheard,
unfelt.
Sad the hollowness of you,
the reckoning of me,
the illusion of all
that never was.
Sad the banality of lust,
the eternity of regret,
the loss that is not.
Sad the hope to forgo
all that once was
dreamt,
unlived,
but felt.
