Cellos sing an agony of the heart;
an astringent song of parting,
tearing at tears burrowed deep within the iris.
Emptiness fills the void of your absence,
accompanied by an intolerable yearning
which asphyxiates me, submerges me
within tears I leave unshed.
Please mollify me, liberate me,
of your reminiscence, of this attentive desertion;
my trembling whispers cannot stray from your name.
I cannot dream of alien touches, or others' devoted affections:
the salvation provided for the heart I keep in darkness.
and I find I cannot blind it to the joys of light once entirely experienced,
and so candidly felt.
I blame you for this susceptible heart,
broken into trepidation as it stutters in bloody veins,
dreading the things which stir and move it to emotion.
On concrete steps I make my grave,
Mimicking the moon in silence and posture.
I lay within a cradle of my own arms, yearning for that
of a different embrace,
one that brings not cold aches of bitter flesh.
What have you done to me?