i have forgotten the lines of your face

how far they stretched

when you smiled—

how invisible they became

when the sun hit you

just right


the broken teeth we suffered

now nothing more

than a deleted chapter—

manuscript all burnt out

words decayed

bones dissolved


my hand still reaches for you

when the moon is darker

than the sun on a bad day

but i only find the small indention

you left on our bed


you collected half-moons

hanging in the chests of dull boys

when the hearts grew smaller

you lost yourself


never realizing that a heart

never grows full—

that the world

runs on

empty