your eyes
your hands.
The delicate sadness
hidden under a masculine air.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I hurt you.
I'm sorry I never filled your sadness.
I'm sorry your broken heart killed you.
All of it, for naught.
If only I could fix it.
Fix you.
Fix your soul and make it...
Overflow, with every essential molecule
that keeps a heart flushed and beating
for the love of another.
You.
I'm sorry my Simon.
You left before our first and last embrace.
Now you're lost on the blackest seas.
I love you.
Your SB 