What to make

of missing hearts

empty promises

fading love

confessions from a lost voice

holding hands with broken fingers

our words given and forgotten

bleeding chest wounds

stitched together too many times

tear stained faces

bare feet on broken glass

hoarse throats attempting apologies

eyes too swollen to see remorse

tired arms that can't reach for each other

kisses too painful with cracked lips

out of breath

lost to desperate pleas

to meaningless words

sent away to oblivion

an infinity of regret

of broken promises and sorrow

two silent bodies

intertwined

amnesia is the only medicine