A grim detail to such
That you could go;
Go from feeling married
To feeling departed.
Oh, you push.
So that I may have this question of silence,
To you, I don't.
Silence speaks in a humbled withdraw
To which I answer,
No.
For this one last glimmer
Of anything good...
I step swiftly
On stones that break your back,
But will not break my wills,
I assure you.
