Into gently nothing

[aletheia]

Of love they've know little more and
than a here I see I look
listen and now I no
without it they starved burying
burying before an unknown a
wide eyes whispered
into gently nothing but blue
for which this edged palely a flowered
stands alone of, and shivers
of a breeze or a rain of cried a
slowly mute secreted that functions
fairweather candied sweetly withouts
just to make this bitter this
heartbreaking unpalatable go
down that much
easier.