If the moment arrives where our hands unclasp, 
I would rather see you leave without a word, 
to never once glance back at the embers 
covering me as you exit.

I would memorize everything,
dissect every syllable and pause when 
your eyes could no longer meet 
where mine have always remained.

Looking for possible codes and clues,
buried like poisoned roots spreading.

Turning every hallway in the home we made
into haunted corridors, 
each window a lifeless shiny prism, 
your eyes becoming like that framed glass.

Reflecting every object and being, 
but I cannot see beyond to anything inside 
where fires once so recklessly danced, 
and each burning ribbon consumed me.

If the moment arrives where our love unchains, 
I would rather see you break us all at once, 
to never once listen to the fragments 
raining over me as you exit.

I would memorize everything,
each specific snapped link,
try to torch and shape them together, 
even though it's nothing more than building 
a phantom that may always remain.

A poisoned root strangling codes and clues,
growing like vines around the home we made.

Covering the beautiful prisms
we could once peer entirely into, 
reflecting beings that no longer know 
how to look beyond to anything inside.

Eyes consumed in the moment 
where all you can do is exit.