i have forgotten the lines of your face
how far they stretched
when you smiled—
how invisible they became
when the sun hit you
just right
the broken teeth we suffered
now nothing more
than a deleted chapter—
manuscript all burnt out
words decayed
bones dissolved
my hand still reaches for you
when the moon is darker
than the sun on a bad day
but i only find the small indention
you left on our bed
you collected half-moons
hanging in the chests of dull boys
when the hearts grew smaller
you lost yourself
never realizing that a heart
never grows full—
that the world
runs on
empty
