the last resistance

sorrow stirs
at stroke of midnight
(grief for) something
left unsaid
a touch so fleeting
(prayers remembered)
breaks the hold
on promise kept
and pulls apart
the last resistance
come to word (as proof unseen)
would daylight pry
with practiced fingers -
to steal the dreamer
from the dream

to push aside
these failing comforts
restoring life (we swore to live)
mark the graves
and purge the letters -
turned the bed
assumed to be
the same as night
each brief companion
cool to touch (the shadows there)
names are stilled
by indecision -
truths are cast (to stone)
somewhere

but none can say
the tongue is bitten -
but for the soul
(that faithful core)
sings in silence -
stirs each sorrow

nurtures still
the want (for more)