What Is Left
A crack in the heart,
a shatter in the eye,
a tear in the seams
of every fold of skin,
a spark in the veins,
fire in the soul,
are all that came
when he broke his promise.
A manic of a smile,
a clench of a jaw,
a cold sweat frosting lips,
and a blackout of the brain,
are all that came
when she found that,
he broke his promise.
A push, a shove, a cowardly tear,
snaking down four cheeks,
wetting two chins.
A slap, a beating, a sting of a bee
that never dies in both chests,
forever pain in both souls.
A stride of a leg,
a final farewell of a hand,
an icy glaze in winter eyes,
was all that was left,
in both,
when he broke his promise.
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