The ceaseless wind and the pounding rain
grind the eternal mountains to sand.
The sand shifts,
the foundation breaks,
the house falls
and great is the silent crash of it.

The wine glass of overflowing joy
lies shattered at my feet.
The wedding never happened,
but the temple fell anyway.

The lush green fruit of your promises
lay withered between the rocks of your neglect.
Your countless words lie embedded in my heart
like shattered glass,
like pounding rain and ceaseless wind.
In the darkness of my pain,
they return to me.

You're words return to me 

like beautiful dreams
which fade beneath the searing light of day.
Your words are as ephemeral as dreams
as a promise to the dying who can never collect.

So why can't I let go?
Why can't I walk away?
Why do I cry for the sound of your voice?

One more time,
one more lie,
one more not-yet-broken promise
to drag me through another day,
to keep me until the sun goes down
and I surrender to that unbroken silence at the end of all things
where
...knowing nothing...
I might know peace at last.