Coming Apart

the sun don't shine

the wind won't blow

leaves won't fall

the grass won't grow

the birds won't sing

the moon won't glow

so many things

we don't need to know

the rain won't fall

the dogs won't bark

the night time beckons

in and out is all dark

yet we remain at odds

thriving on our disarray

there are so many things

we never could say

the stars remain hidden

the night sky is bleak

you won't look at me

we don't even speak

the volume of our hushed tones

so much nothing to say

everything; all the many things

that we missed today