Fragments of a life lay on the floor;
here sits a smile, there lay a tear.
Fragments of a hope to live no more.
Pieces of a dream that died here.
Once upon a time we were king and queen;
the earth trembled at the silence of love.
Once we were all we should have been:
lovers entwined of soul, mind and body's glove.
The dry rose leaning in its black vase
tells the tale of time's march of spite.
The cloth draped over the tall bookcase
tossed recklessly before our translucent delight.
Fragments of a life lay on the floor;
here sits the woman, there lay the man.
Fragments of a hope to live no more.
Pieces of us that died here.