Ours No More

full with memory, a breathless time
we spent hours here
this room, this space holds the heat
    of nostalgia warming the floor
a past collective seething from the walls
illuminating the air
just a lingering spectre of decadence
    welling up around the corners
strange how the light fades
a rich liquid glow draining away
we sigh and step back
shattering the hypnosis
the resonance of human prescence
now a dying hum beneathe the dust
spent and failing
alone

--written sometime at beginning of 2009.