Embracing Echoes

In this that once was
quietus sighs lay amid intimate suffering
as festering bodies take life’s place
where numb grows the bed beneath them
as gelid frames consummate with
broken souls to harden a once sacred
chaise of devotion into an
unforgiving glacial mass of regret

And exhalations of vows upon a time
when lips needed not part to convey affection
now exhausts veils of reciprocated
disdain for the deadened worse of a non-existent better
that no man put asunder but those to which divide
self from selves so whole shall no longer be

And there they lay
frigid hushed wails lamenting beneath backs
and spines immobilized by inclinations of
discontentment compelled by commitment
as walls expunge resolution between two
carrions too weak to die

And they lay
forgetting yester’s promise of
better morns to come and
acquiesce this existence
for neither yester nor morrow shall return
and as they assent to this immortal day,
they place their heads in misery’s bosom
where she comforts them til now yields
this day once more
and they comply to torment
requited between them
as they bid
one to the other
goodnight...