The Epitaph

We listened,
Hummed to sound of our epitaph
Slept to the lullaby of the last paragraph
Framed and embraced the last photograph

I listened,
To the song of your philosophy
Mastered your unbearable choreography
Imitated the movement of your lips saying goodbye

You listened,
To the sound of my violence
And there you stood deterred by my insolence,
Defeated by my avoidance