As I escape Into your face, I behold a paradise of bewilderment. You have dropped off Tears, to make an ocean. Your sadness is a bold reckoning To the lonely sphere, called Earth. I am enfeebled By your hollowness, As you renounce what we left Behind, in the debris. What did you notice Upon that glance over your shoulder? What did you see, What did you believe? I would, if my mind allowed it, Wrap my arms around your deadened form That still moves, That still runs With the faltering wind. There is pain to breathe Reveling exquisitely. Of green irises, Of chestnut locks that drape across Your enamored voice That only ever leans To the torment of your choice.