Her soul on its side
Is a brick I won't fix.
Her soul on its side is a star.

I burn as she cracks,
The shine laying tracks.
I follow them, picking up scars.

I'll linger not long here,
The scent soon may fade.
Though I'd easily gather crumbs from afar.

I'll catch what I can,
This poet- a man.
Her soul on its side is a star.