THE DEMISE OF US

here
in this fading light
is where we die
and each becomes
its own

this is where
the soul of what we were
is torn
and the heart is
divided between us
and one perhaps
is left with more
and one, tearfully,
with less

this is where
truth
kicks in the door
with its heavy boot
and we turn to face it
and it swings
its razor
and cuts us down
so that we fall
and each lays
in the mess it made
of things

these are the pieces
of us
only reminiscent of
what was