In the parlor they spoke

In the parlor they spoke
all there was to say,
solved nothing, ten thousand
places times ten thousand
times, all the seconds
making minutes, all the minutes
making years, now was the end of it.
Blame and anger rode horses, rode them
down, trampled them under. With no grace
and no dignity it ended, left them
stranded with nothing left to say,
left them bereft of the beginning
when love charmed their eyes,
when hope and certainty
seemed their future.