That’s all that’s left

Of our story

Put on hold by our actions

By our fears

By our inadequacies

How asinine of us

To let it come to this

But I can no longer live the lie with you

To continue with nothing

But gentle grazes and empty promises

Of late night calls that leave me longing for your hands on me

Yearning in anguish for you and I to be finally connected as one in my bed

I can no longer stand the torment

So here we are

Alone and at our end

Like dead roses