are you sure it's profound?
all our conversation and intellect is worth little more than watching you get dressed in the morning.
i've contrived this discourse
because desire is much stronger than love for us both
and the inevitable silence will tear us apart.
and we are a disaster.
i'm a fool, you're betrayed
and we didn't deserve this anyway.

some other time (i whisper to myself).
i’m not silent because i’m not thinking of you.
i just have nothing new to say.
i’m ashamed of what we are,
i’m embarrassed to wonder,
will youth save us?
will you save us?
when the truth takes us,
will you save us?