Take it all:
Fear and devotion,
These brown eyes,
Pockmarked skin,
And my strained heart.
Yes, you're painted glass,
Hand blown, hard as stone,
But your day will come
And you'll shatter.

With fingers through my hair,
You promised smiles, Jazz,
And said,
“Backing the light fading,
Hear a lone fickle trumpet.
I’ll be there, too, with
The bass drum, a metronome…”
But I found silence,
Tears and you were gone.

Have you suffered this much?
Feel your touch!