You are the point that the cushion was missing

Closed in a world that resembles itself

A deft approximation of reality

The clothes still standing without the man

A journey without a destination

The heavy reciprocation of breath racks your body

Movement without lightness

Suffer the cold articulation of habit

Limbs to lift two hearts too high

And slide beyond the reach of comfort

Even when there is nothing, it leaves a shadow

The dark mark of the broken promise

Deep and dark your eyes and promises

The look that follows the laugh

Rebuffed suggestions

Darkness understands the fear

Soothes the terror in its arms

Dawn brings the hope but tears the comfort of the nigt

Shadows describe the circles of your solitude

The falling night crushes words

The bleached bones of our endeavour

Mark the places we once passed

Stained with the colour that drained from your passion

Bright colours of the day extinguished

Fading long before the night

We were young once, you and I

Though we didn't know it at the time

The pace of life evaded capture by the heart

And bye and bye the force of habit

Froze us in our tracks