The shingles of my mind fall swiftly off their structure
as they would from an abandoned house.
There isn’t a single thing that could escape from your lips,
or mine, that could rebuild what’s falling apart.
The foundation we thought we constructed so honorably
is no longer stable enough to stand upright.
I will seek new real estate, but by all means,
keep bringing lovers of the void back to a plot
that has long since been deemed unfit for blue-print plans.