...That lad with sinkhole eyes.
Don’t you realize?
He’s given up on ever
finding
someone as sharp, clever,
beautiful and
blinding
as
the one
once his sun.

The empty smile,
you ask?
Just a mask.
Would be quite rude to show
a dark and hollow soul,
no?

The drooping shoulders?
Oh, just the weight of the boulders
he’s been pushing up
since then.
What kind?
Same as every other man.

Carved from regret,
I bet