Seconds scrub our life away like

waves scraping down the coast

or rain dragging away the earth.

 

We watched time eat our clasped hands,

falling away one fragment of skin after another

and never said a word about it.

 

We felt the approaching wall coming

but could not seem to put it into words;

the beauty of an ageless love had become

the tragedy of the leaves,

aged, dying and passionless.