They’re green now, your eyes,

portals to the waters filling

Caribbean reefs; usually filled

with brooding, churning fog,

how refreshing it is to see

them match the vastness on

distant shores.

So delicate, your porcelain skin;

my fingers flutter, yearning

to feel their silk, yet

remain incapable of shattering

the pristinity, brought by layers

of makeup covering

thinly veiled scars.

Scars which came one awful night,

when countless shards of metal

and glass cut through flesh,

shredding muscle, tendon,

and sinew, splitting bone to marrow.

I am brought solace, however slight,

knowing your pain

is finally gone, but

my heart hasn’t mended, not yet.

How I long to see you wake,

for the world to be lit by your

brilliant smile, filling my heart

to the brim, letting it beat once again.