Nothing left to give, <br />but for silence. <br />Nothing left to touch, <br />but pure absence. <br /> <br />But for conscience, <br />to singular truths we clutch. <br />But far distance, <br />a single to sooth we live. <br /> <br />Eternally bound <br />Love pure, sound <br />No regrets, no remorse <br />Resuming our separate course <br /> <br />No more prone to the unavoidable <br />Love unthroned for sake of love <br />No more heartache to formidable <br />Above all else, all else from above <br /> <br />Nothing left to say, <br />but for leave-taking. <br />Nothing left to do, <br />but a griefed farewell. <br /> <br />But for a brief spell <br />nothing left to me from you, <br />but for a moment in the making <br />nothing can take away.<br /><br />Frank Witte<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unavoidable-2/
