detached...

did i hurt you with my words?
when i cut thru yours
bursting dream coated pain
a shield you called, hope

do i hurt you with my silence?
as i watch
you bleed, wielding life that's not
yours, but borrowed from a morrow
fate drew far from you

will i hurt you when i leave?
letting go of your hold that bruised
pride of yesterday's
promise, that today squandered
in the name of faith

all colors fade, to become
only black or white
thin lines between infinities
of all things, and none
then you see
only a trace of a face
or an echo of  laughters
and whimper of tears

would i have mattered?