chasms

in the wake of the pace
that demanded silence
and sliced our heart-throats open
you could touch me,
or not
in the funerial sense of now,
and never
a vacuum has opened our skulls
where our larynxes lie uninhibited
but uninhabited
don't leave me now,
in the aftermath of her conquest,
with empty ears
speak again, bright heart,
and tell me a good-bye
with a flinching finality
you never meant to mean