Have you ever tried to repair broken porcelain?
Glue gun in hand
Licking the curve of a stained teacup,
You know the heat won’t
Suffice,
But you glide along anyway.
China so fine and so delicate it
Crumbles
Under hope’s facade of mending.
Fingertips
Tie gold sacks over dangling feet of
Memories
Your face painted black and
White
A navy duvet sprawled across my
Sanity,
But you’re convinced this is a tea
Party.
My dear, your invitation has been
Revoked
The moon floats in the sky
Shining silver light on
A final breath.
Pencil in hand I draw
one more image
Of your love before my eyes close
And these lips find the strength to
whisper
Goodbye