faltering

shock,
said he,
twenty years apart,
when i found you smoking,
with lungs bleeding,
and a withered little heart,
shock,
said i,
knowing that it really wasn't,
just testament to the start,
no,
no healing,
just faltering,
over the burn marks,
of all those burnt out stars,
but shock,
said she,
to forget me..
to not want me,
though i am not shocked,
just disconsolate.