you carved your initials in

my broken bones

you collected the shattered glass

from my lungs 

and taught me how to breathe

again

you showed me the way the stars

hugged the sky

I was too busy to see you sink

silently into the ebony sea

of your mind

now the only thing that indicated

your prescence here is

the open wound i bear.

all that tries to mend the bloody

scar left in my heart

are these rusted

staples