Hearing a no,
isn't the hard part

Walking alone,
missing her suns
just burning within,
isn't the hard part

Letting everything go,
your self and your hopes,
and smoky memory of those hopes
Snapping vines of togetherness,
entwining the bleeding heart,
those aren't the hard parts

Looking into her eyes,
which flicker with tentative tears
Knowing,
that hells worse than mine,
her gashed heart wails
Far truer,
far purer,
humbling my love poems,
into wisps of nothingness

Her every tear,
tears across me

Hoping her smiles return,
on a waft of wind,
that forever sails her apart -
That is the hard part