All the king's horses, and all the king's men
couldn't put Humpty
I wonder what nightmares darken the insides of your eyes
enclose your eyeballs with
swirling black anguish.
I watch you for hours, scrunching
in white bedsheets as if you
unconsciously wrapped yourself in bandages
(before the war even began).
too far to calm you with whisper
voice, or touch.
My darling, I wonder
what grotesque, appalling ordeal could possibly
make you whimper, so.
Your barely audible moans
chills the marrow in my bones, stiffens
too far to translate
screams to symphonies, laments
you say your nightmares involve
me.I wonder what you mean.
Could love horrify the soul
into pieces, asleep? I
will not leave.
Do not allow absences to frighten,
fracture souls with fear.
too far to suture pieces together,