Vessels.

We are apart,
black holes steal,
my light since you left. These
eyes, once wise,
no longer see.
Dazzled by memory,
night blinded by dreams.
Fingers dance
a treacherous waltz,
Remolding you, trying
each moment,
of my days, to
urge contact,
as this mind forgets
for an instant that
I chose him.
This heart twists at your name, squeezes
sourly, ever smaller,
bitter with memory of absence.
As random tears
escape, trail through
a barren landscape,
mirrors, each one
ready to be caught
and swallowed,
before they become
vessels, crafted for you
to return
from afar.