you looked the same
I marvelled
wondering
do I to you
knowing I couldnt
wearing your scars
as I do
the grey you left me
showing through
shining
bright despair
from split tip to root
declaring the years I gave
and lost
in sharp contrast
to the dark vitality
you once knew
your unseeing eyes
glanced
then withdrew
my breath held
shakily exhaled
I was reproved
still cant get blood
from a stone