Unquoted

Back then, about a year ago,  you said ...

But I will not quote it here verbatim.
The words that promised much by now are dead.
Colder words replaced them,  bleak and   grim.

After those harsh words,  too  swiftly spoken,
long silences extend in widening gaps;                         
threads of nothingness that can't be broken,                         
scaffoldings of nullity that collapse.

And from those ruins nothing can arise
unless the site is razed until it's bare
and some new architect is able to devise
a fresh design to be constructed there.          

But for this time the wasteland stretches where
small beasts thrive in the rubble of despair.