Disappointment,
saccharine sweet and bitter.

This inexplicable thing
seeps and tickles
into
the empty spaces
you
hope with crossed fingers
he
will
fill.

A slow knife that graces across the infinite gossamer wisps of daydreams that meanders your heart.

Slow.

Soft.

Slow.

Soft.

B        r         o                    
               k      e    n.

C r a c k e d.