All held to love when love gave way
Where pleasures cease and embers die
In hearths whose hearts have long since strayed
And all our friends have chosen sides;
Archives of love and its labors sustained
Patching a pair where all passion had waned.
Imminent ends go unperceived
If we count only miles achieved
Missing milestones slipping by:
One last day hand in hand ungrieved,
One last kiss barely felt implies
Shapes of the sin that we could not excuse:
Choosing to stay in dismay was abuse.
