her soft apology
tear stained letter handwritten in the
dust of yesterday on the tabletop
it gives voice to her perfection
and the imperfections her perfection hides
delicate like a steel syringe full of regret
like a bitter song full of time that cant be recaptured
she releases me seeking to deny cruelty
but it is cruel to have been there and cast aside

deprived of the moments
when her sky was mine
her eyes have lost focus
her touch lost its immediacy
buried it in the scars on her arm
parallel lines red with regret
but hers or mine
they are so infront of me even when unseen
how can i contain them
how can i softly speak the nearness
of what i must be feeling
but i cannot discern I'm too close to her tears

i race with complete abandon
the hours and days across the vast emptiness
of this world
to bring even a moments ease to what
she must be suffering
to do anything that would cease this for her
but it slips through my crying fingers
slips through my screaming hand
and softly falls to the white tile cold floor
like death like tears
like her heart falling from grace
like me falling trying to catch her

her soft apology
handwritten  in the inky dust of my yesterday
feels like a voice trying to rationalize
self immolation in tangled lines
in sorrowful beauty
all the perfections of her
and all the imperfections they hide