Maybe you and I were never meant to be complete
Could we just be broken together
If you can bring your shattered dreams and Ill bring mine
Could healing still be spoken and save us
The only way we’ll last forever is broken together
I have your name etched
on my skin, its lines and curves
and slants edged in rich, deep black.
I carry your face
in my memory, nestled
like a flash of bright white light
saves the sameness of a
dark spring night.
Your name is a call
and echo, one that I murmur
like the repeating melody
of a descant; the twang of
a bow’s string reverberating
in the stillness of the valley air,
the thud of an arrow steered unerringly
as it rips into a doe’s ribcage.
Between here and there is a
road to nowhere, to build they say
one must first tear down,
For life, a Dying first.
— For the NaPoWriMo Day 4 prompt; a poem about Love or Lovelessness that doesn’t include the word LOVE itself.