Syncopated

Just you just me
Our syncopated world
Bathed in secrecy...

In my heart
Where you still live
Mute and resolute
Deaf to my almost uttered plea
Perceptions astute.

The silence is gruesome
The beat thumps relentless
I want to outrun the racing hands
Jumpstart time's arrowhead.

The clock has stopped caring
An empty insipid dial
Time stamped on my heart
With the long hand of
Destruction.

Seconds check me out
Like a tart dressed on display
I mourn the loss
Count your loose change of words
Yesterday's
Meagre recompense.

Unbearable is too long a word
Unbreakable too
Just you just me
Walled in desire
Despair's deep indigo blues.

When it's all over
And the words just won't come
Healer pen withdrawn
Ink well frozen
Paper crackling blank faced
End of our sum.

I used to cry from loneliness
I used to cry from grief
I used to cry from memories
Losing only to relive.

Now I won't cry.
Keep thinking why
I refuse to learn
That my keep
must be earned.

My dear friend my
Feet found an anklet
It was of fine gold
Protective circlet
True fashioned old.

What songs to be sung
To the dance and be damned
Music berates in
Fit Starts onstage
The slots of Jove's juke box
Sputters  outrage.

And just you and I
True to the creed
Trust in a stranger is
Too much like greed.

Syncopated beat
Arrhythmic meet
Come uppance too cold
With no one to come back to
With no one
To grow gracefully old.

Press me against the cold tiles
Of your indigo walls
Reserved for brutality
Our most blunt expression
Move me over
Cover up need's urgency
In love's overalls.

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