You didn't know me before the loss.
You didn't see the red eyes, the toss
As I daily flipped a penny
To choose passion or apathy
So your hardened smile
Waived my gaze that was dry in the rain

You saw a lesser fellow,
Broken was his ego
But only it was his wrist that did complain.

You knew the vessel that sailed
Had left his harbor empty
Not seeing what in his harbor did remain.

Would you listen closer?
put your ear to the glass of my riddled compass.
And search a little longer?
behind the not-so-old photos on the iris' mantelpiece.
And hold a little tighter?
White knuckles on a steering wheel after a close call on the freeway.
What ills me is not so plain.

No more my heart is molten,
A drifting wind is ridding,
The company of stillness -
It will grow grey again.