Metaphysical Erosion

Shuffling down the street

you're some ways behind me,

off back there. I'm thinking

we used to crunch

the leaves beneath our feet.

With hand in hand,

yours in mind,

with a wedding band,

that held the crumbling

statue together.

But that's all since eroded

away to hopeless dust.

If only I could just

multiply negative to

the negative presence

between us. But that is

impossible.

I'd only create for

myself more distance

in the longing cold.

Sunless marble weighs

down my chest,

and I've no idea where

all the years went.

They were loud enough

and then -

silence.

All of a sudden

hate is a comfort

to being alone.