Once We Had a Word for This

His breath drawn in
The clock still chimes
Marking the time
Between their breathing
And breaking of promises
In mumbled words
She can't explain
Why she's drowning like an infant in the sea
Screaming is this all there is for me and you?
She grabs her coat and walks out the door
The night is old
So still and silent
Far too quiet
He stares at the space
Waits for a sign
One that can never come
And he's bound to this place and time
Tethered, choking on his lines
Drowning like an infant in the sea
Screaming is this all there is for me and you?