Shadows of discourse around the empty room
Violins sitting in dusty corners.
This ruined shack is all that remains
Where tethered anger couldn’t be tamed.
Wrote your name in the dust on the table
Though I didn’t really remember it at first.
How do you come to the end of a rope
That isn’t even there?
When the war outside frightened us so much
We retreated to this place.
So much time and energy put into this
That we forgot to lose ourselves.
A piece of glass festers in a wound
From a fight I remember clearly.
The details are lost to ambiguity
But we both know our truths.
Quietly the shack disappears
Back into the minds of us both.
Did it happen, or did it not?
Only one of us knows for sure.
Shame on you for making this fake
When I would have died
To make it real.