The twilight of fear

The twilight of fear. Take separation to sadness. Look face to face at night. Body to body they are counting the hollows. They are left loose. They forget the lost, the  half  things, half doubts, doubts of certainties as a whole.  Shades of bodies that have already gone away. Hands without memories. Torments without returning. They turn now the footpaths of the tedium on the absent summers.