Insignificant

In silence It sat between us,
damning me for my ambivalence.
I kept a knife against Its throat
though I exalted Its existence.

What will was left began to wane
as hours poured from an artery.
Eclipsed in her indifference,
insignificance would swallow me.

Your implicit ultimatum
left me desperate for an absolute
that she would never offer me.
My hope only served to convolute

the tangled strands of lies and truth,
when twisted with my misconception,
slipped the noose around my frail reason
and filled my lungs with resignation.

Another dawn could never break
to grace her smile to my memory.
Acceptance like a tempest cast
me on the shores of reality.

I surrendered my last recourse
to the cold grip of the second hand.
In silence It read the verdict
that fell with the final grain of sand.

The pain of one last goodbye still
pales to one more indifferent embrace:
so as I twisted my blade in Its
throat, I memorized her darling face.

Blind to the blood that marked my hands,
unaware of Its lifeless body,
she bid farewell as we embraced:
the sole fruition of my folly.

In silence It rested with us
staining the sheets with pools of crimson.
Putrescence pervaded our dreams
and immortalized my transgression.