Words lie unspoken between the tombstones,
a dense fog encompasses them, hides them.
Graves in the earth, full of regretful bones,
a grim marriage until death parted them.

It began full of love, or so they thought.
Lives intertwined as one with desire,
with ardent rapture as they tied the knot.
Lives to be ended, love a quenched fire.

Their undoing began with simple fears:
of failure, weakness, and imperfection.
Their long years were full of unshed tears:
for silence, secrets, and lost affection.

The epitaphs were blank, grey, unwritten.
The words never inscribed, lost, forgotten.