I Sometimes Wonder

There's a lot of landscape
to traverse. A mass of beach
we'll never reach.

As colour disappears
and powerful light drains our faces
our features are bleached. Blank.

I once thought I could read you
like a book but now when I look
we are wordless.

No coherent dialogue passes between us.
The sounds we emit are worthless.
Has our story come to this?

I sometimes wonder
if we'll make it
to

The End.