Unpayable Debts

The quiet screams the echo

of footsteps long faded away

and  plays the staccato steps

against

the raucous crescendo

of laughter 

long lost

as a chord of cries carries

the aria from the heart

to the mind

and back again.

When the  we

of us

was met,

it never became

a composition-

it became a comparison

of what we were

to what you wanted

now that what you

had wanted

was yours.

But the love was

never

enough to fill

the debt you felt owed to fill 

that seeping sore of a soul

left by those who

loved you

before.