From broken love we parted.
In death
We touched
Single-handedly
For the last time
With the tips of our fingers
Each other's numb brains.

....We touched
Each other's
Numb little brains
Through the cracked
Mirrors of each other's eyes.

Turning to the skies
Where we would soon part-ways
Our souls
Formed oracles
Around the moon.

From broken love we parted
In life
We touched
Far too soon.

©Jack Aylward