Unavoidable Poem by Frank Witte

Nothing left to give,
but for silence.
Nothing left to touch,
but pure absence.

But for conscience,
to singular truths we clutch.
But far distance,
a single to sooth we live.

Eternally bound
Love pure, sound
No regrets, no remorse
Resuming our separate course

No more prone to the unavoidable
Love unthroned for sake of love
No more heartache to formidable
Above all else, all else from above

Nothing left to say,
but for leave-taking.
Nothing left to do,
but a griefed farewell.

But for a brief spell
nothing left to me from you,
but for a moment in the making
nothing can take away.