There are no words to say
anymore.
They have all been said
long before.
We wait alone
forevermore
for something new
for which to live.

I had lost
the will to speak
prior to
our fortune’s leak
and dwindled joy
through months, and week
had drained away
within a sieve.

Were there aught
for me to do
to change the state
of me and you,
then, one, I’d act
and then, as two,
beg you to
at last, forgive.