You’re so sad.
I can tell when my fingers move
before your empty stare
When my inquiries are quelled
with simple, soft smiles
close-mouthed, like your heart.
Has your world hardened around you
like a convalescent skin?
I thought we both knew
that my hands are far too gentle
to break anything.
Nothing I give you
will erase the horrors of life
But I can make promises
and I can magnify its riches.
Cold winters beneath the moon
Black beaches born from
Volcano tears;
A single man before you, bare.
Don’t you see that
I miss you?
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