Waiting game

Time continues her dripping waltz
hands beseeching ether,
come, dance in the soundless never-ending
cruelly, these sockets still make home to sight
I bare witness to the ribboning
without invitation to join
I become more bone than woman
abilities once prized
carried into another world
what is not whole cannot be tied down
truth could save, but silence shreds
what is left is ghostly
I am comprised of only
time and ether