petals

silent as the last conversation
we sit and wonder and wait and
lonely we sit, together

but sound approaches like a
deafening train the sound is
innocent and unwarranted yet
it reaches us in the only
moment we will ever know
and it touches us and we
collapse with exhaustion
terrified that we might touch
ourselves, each other

and then we do touch
and sound caresses us
as light would a dying petal

forever, we sing
as a sunrise