B r ok
                                en  Hearts,
you try your very best

with those unspoken, silenced words etching into your rib-cage,
unconscious smiles with dazed eyes of sweet, sweet memories blanketing your vision,

to jigsaw them back into something like before.

Before, your eyes winked at mine.
Before, your fingertips said shy Hello's to mine.

But really, it is just
pale, pale imitations.

Just wait till someone colours it

red.

It will be lovely,
no
lovelier.

I promise.

I admit I am a dark, exhausted beast--
a memory no one summons.


But you rise at dawn with raven hair--
a child of soldier and sun.


Although you've gone,
I covet your crescent grin.


and the sun

within the lining

of your skin.