Never too much heart,
Not once,
Even now,
But scraping the inside of his chest,
He knows something is dreadfully wrong.

Cratered beats,
Every shattered note that he sings
Is a name that he loves too much to
Leave his lips,
For the fear that she might truly
Vanish.

He knows that no name for this exists,
The wailing in the back of his skull
That keeps him awake,
Night after night when she drifts,
Streaked with tears and bright in her pain,
Through his head,
Gripping the pulse just beneath his ribs,
And tugging gently,
Praying to him never to really go away.

And the echoes never stop,
Riding the blood,
Tight on the reigns,
Sweeps through the cavities,
Pooled with boiling hatred,
Never satisfied,
Never drained of life.

Creatures are born
In the deepest caverns of
The love that they share,
Love with a life of its own,
Never dying,
Always crying,
With its teeth in their necks,
They remain infected.

But it is beyond beautiful,
Beyond words,
To never let up,
To never give into what they
Hear is so wrong,
When driving it home every day is
The rest of the world,
Over and over,
Shouting that there is no more time
For caring.

And out of this grotesque misunderstanding
Was woven a carnivorous,
Gnashing beast,
Ready to shred to bleeding strips,
Anything that
Stands in its path.

Love is too nice a word,
Too perfect,
For something so old.

With no form,
It melts,
Writhes,
Quivers with every brush
Of their lips together,
Every wish for a long embrace
That cannot come.

He felt murdered,
Spilled on the floor,
Eaten from the inside out with
The violent tremors of loss.

With each cry was a quake,
A hand of ice dipped into his
Sanity to freeze it solid,
Shatter its contents,
And scatter them both to the furthest
Reaches of agony,
Where,
Each stranded upon their own halves
Of the same star,
Would only be able to gaze at
One another,
Reach out,
But never touch.

And always with them both,
Is the pain of the fragile
Fabric of unbreakable bonds,
Struck to ribbons,
But never severed,
For the seeming impossibility of its
Strength never to allow one to allow
The other to truly be alone.

And he recalls the words,
Spoken,
For once,
With a hushed, fevered and worried
Softness.

He knows the true meaning:
   "No matter what...
...Whatever you do...
...Please...
...Never forget my eyes...
...Because I always remember yours."