if tomorrow escapes us

as i ply you from yourself
i feel the sound escaping
like exacerbation or remorse
verbalized as a whisper to me
or a song played to no one

the strings plucked like silence
remind me of the mood expressed
as you tumbled back from me
falling away as if in escape
from the very day you woke for

hands parting, we mark the moment
like the ink which lines me
carved into time, a reminder
both of where we've been
and where we'll never go again