Where She

"Was stitching on the flesh had left 
In sections on the carpet near a bed that 
Never slept while she was sleeping 
In her clothes that he had laid with on 
The floor with all his fingers crossed 
In hoping that that distance 
Wouldn't grow. 
But how it grew, 
And how it hurt, 
And how it hallowed every memory had 
Never felt was threatened by a thing the world 
Could conjure up to kill them, but he let it kill them 
What a bunch of fools we lovers are."