I'm Weighting the Values

I'm weighting the values
Of chance within our truths
The opportune seclusion
Used as waves of wasted youth
Virtuosity, and still just we
A space within the dark
Holding to the emptiness
As if delusion were a tree
And we two just its bark
Glad to be a piece of tree
A one among the more
Wish that we were truly us
Not artifice restored
But this is made of absences
Not present now but past
If a play were made of us
No performers Need enact
For there is little left now save
Thrusting moments
And shallow grave
The bones of dead and moldered love
Required more than we two gave
Lighted candle mourn for a pair
Who were once hope and now despair
Having earned our ending just and fair
Recall regret then forget dear.