Breach

 Time will be spent
         will be spent
In threading up a broken chain
To fill a void left long ago.

Time will be left
         will be left
        Only for remorse.
But the pieces will remain scattered
As before.

Words will be spent
           will be spent
In telling what was what
But nothing will be told.

Words will be left
           will be left
           Just as of old.
And the length will fail to restore
Their intent.

Breath will be spent
           will be spent
Like drops from a leaking hole
Drenching the clear and dry beyond.

Breath will be left
           will be left
           As a shadow.
The scattered beads will destroy what
Could have been built.