Cleave

But what is made anew

Survives best
For a brief time
Till perish it must
In instances grasp
Merciless fingers of inevitability
That leaves no trace
Of its clutching victory
We soften away till nothing is left
Not even one ghostly flicker
That could re-ignite
The last memories that remain
We are spent forever
And if it gladdens you
To think otherwise
I will pretend it is not so
Yet ever will the pretence divide us
For you shall have tomorrow
If only in thought
And I only today
And our love will cleave
As our bodies part