emptiness when the sun goes down
night kills the day much faster now
all the days in the memories ache
stuck in hope, waiting for something
other, better
but the wall of impossibility is much
too great
what beauty lies in the pain
in the end
in the death

this reduction to nothing is the
least of my deservingness
the words, broken arrows,
will not take flight.
nothing helps to lessen the blows
of an imagination that is thine enemy.
the faults lay with no one now
but i am beaten
longing for you.

you are right to move on
i have nothing to offer you now
i never really have
it was your realization
and my end.