Kim-

You are a tyrant in small stature

You scream and yell and pick at me

Like a crow to a piece of flesh

You are picking me apart dear friend.

I like the stillness

The unmoving quiet that settles the dust   

I like the unspeaking the unfeeling

The unbreathing of this coffin-bed

I like the lack of worry

Held hostage by the memories for seven years
Stained with the blood of time
You left me with a glass heart
Each passing thought gives another crack
If I think any more it will shatter

Frightening uncertainty of seeing you again
The agony of knowing I can if I tried
knowing just as much

Man

This man

Knowing her beauty

Is founded in love words

He sculpts his words carefully

Crafting them in formal evening attire

Posing under the