A stolen glance a
Playful wink
Love eternal sworn in ink
Teacher confiscates the letters
Forced to read
Out loud
Beautiful sonnets that would
Make Shakespeare proud

One day
I'll write poetry that
does not echo in his honor,
or shatter hearts like his hands
so unforgivably did.

But unfortunately,
and as misfortune may have it,
these words still breathe for him.

a mother,
a father,
dearest friends,
myself,
and every passing
minute,
crowded the burial sight
of my shattered
hearts’ numbered years
as
time moved a steady hand
to my shuddering shoulders,
repeating in a rhythmic tone,
“Don't fear, for I can fix this.”

call me Pluto--
for I am tucked
Away into the
darkest corner of
the universe where
forgotten stardust collects,
hidden behind gaping
shadows--
never with the  
the privilege of
being sun-kissed
and obliterated by
the warmest star.