over our time together
we made
plenty of things

laughter
tears
meals
memories
tinged with gray

but
as the sand flows
through the hourglass
leaving splinters
of sorrowstone

of all of those
many
tainted times

the myriad
of creations
shared

love
was the one thing
we couldn’t
make together

it was
a compatibility
of incompatibilities
a physical attraction
that never quite
broke the surface
tension of emotion