how quickly

how quickly time
dismisses us.
evidence given
by the shredded carpet
once gold,
now pale as any
yellow moon
from your footsteps
heavy, and
stamped wet
inside the hall.
the curtains hung
together, when
love was in
the room, each holding
up his or her
end, selflessly,
until the hooks
set in.
how quickly time
dismisses us,
the clock now stopped
at one,
fixed once
too many times,
it too has wearied,
it's machinery
forever left
undone.