speech-less

Now with choice gone and chosen,
i cannot hear what's left to say
i cannot hear past my own words that
wait hunched within yours.
i would have you here;
hear my ineluctable heart as if no other moved you.
i would dream now, in and for you, a better ending
and lend my breath for its endlessness.

how though
how could i -
how can one swallow the promise of nourishment
while thickened with an emptiness in overflow?
you have ... no. not.
you have not. i have
no room left for anything else.
i am left, if i stay,
with my own ... left,
if i stay, with
my own absence...