Out of Sight, Out of Time

 
For all I think I've learned
of love
a forever unanswered question
remains
what does it means when it comes from you?

Those words that once flowed easily
from your lips
now dammed somewhere beneath your larynx
in your time-honored farce
that silence drowns what's left unsaid

So, here we are
again
in the vortex
of our beautiful oblivion
those precious parts we chucked
into the jar
pressed puree without the lid on
splattering everything that ever mattered
with persistent stains