Why should I see you

When all never spoken screams When all said in truth lies When all that crushes and curls and folds me up Is presented finely in your eyes? And if in my solemn shape I brake So what? Only the image that distorts The visage of our wreckage When we keel across our broken lifetimes When we feel all that was steel-pressed down I will meet you again never knowing you, And all a warm memory entwined will corrode as Revelation! And, looking down, the ash knee-high, Whether it yours or mine we'll never distinguish.