The faltering She's thrown to the moon. The tears She has dropped to the Earth. The ridicule She has received from the sun. All this, and then some To remind me of what could not be won. I bleed from arms that hold only empty air Poured from my leaking throat That has been slit to the gleam of blood Marking a trail for her to follow. I want to envision What I have only ever imagined To be her suffering In a new light. Perhaps when sunrise Can capture itself, in radiance Over her lovely face, I won't shield myself. Her beauty was once a place to escape From the world's woes, Thrown upon my shoulders, like thickening snow. Why not warmth, Like the thickest pelt, cover me While I douse myself in the falling light Of her face, turned from the night?