I’ll not sing this song again,
I only remember it lazily,
Something that both has and has not been
Floating further away, listlessly.

There was tension between us,
Hidden hearts in shadows reaching.
Though we were outwardly callous,
Some things go on without speaking;

Until at last they don’t.
Of course the song still exists,
If asked to sing it, I won’t,
Because despite all this, the feelings persist.

Love may atrophy at cruelty’s whim,
But it lasts forever, this phantom limb.