You, piercing eyes staring without focus
**** covered statue symbolic of
You, unanswered prayer
Steadfast in composure and
You, butterfly wings
Pulled from body by curious child
And empty envelops
Shredded from each edge
No longer holding promise
Or capable of flight
So instead, promise spills from me.
You, easily excitable smile.
You, reckless atmosphere
Tumbling through my lungs.
If only my lungs were built like
Two bodies in conversation.
You, broken English and the exact
Wrong thing to say.
I, one single body.
I, pious and shredded and refilled.