Broken Bonds

Music muted, words gone soft
flowers bend and we pretend
that nothing’s there or ever was;
a dream’s just that upon our wake.

Faded faces fill the tides
that we used to know so well,
Fallen manatees
beneath the waves swell
the sand into tombs.

Powdered smiles whirl around
in this little memory,
setting sun into dust,
from beginning it was falsity.