Come, let’s speak,
Like two empty liquor bottles,
Voices echoing in the hollow.
We who once knew fullness—
Of time, of lust, of hunger—
Now lost in the desperate silence,
Words and thoughts reaching out,
Falling into nothingness.
Left behind in the scrap yard,
We spoke in broken rhythms—
This, this, this, this,
Needing to ask again and again,
What was love?
What is love?
What is life?
Though we could not be parted,
Even our shadows entwined—
Yet we scream, we cry,
Wondering if we’ve been abandoned,
Left apart in a place
Where rain falls endlessly,
Where there is no wind, no light,
No shadow, no moon,
Not even a whisper of the past.
It rained and rained,
As if everything would sink,
Slowly, without pain,
Until the glass doors shattered.
And now, we must speak,
Together, like two empty liquor bottles,
Sharing the same void.