Mourning lovers’ lost

We never hear
our lovers leaving
although close to breaking
we are deaf to their grieving;
time steals everything
to which we are
beautifully bound
we think
we are safe
with our feet
ten feet off the ground;
of hours to come
I could care less,
my lover lost
I am bereft;
over days to pass
I give no thought
we are no more
I am distraught;
chances passed
buried deep;
mourning has broken
I cannot sleep.

© Copyright D. Archer October 2011