I watched the sea lift her skirts,
flirting with all who came to see,
the beauty beneath finally revealed,
breathtaking in its chemistry.

I have said little of importance in days now.
It has become apparent that without her voice,
I have none. It has vacated me, left me void, so
that all I am are the reflections of what other people
see. These fragments form a looking glass that depicts
me as I am, a broken body, a fractured soul.

The cracks in the wall of the heart,
expose the human flesh beneath.
Each piece, weighed and measured,
gives a fractured image of a tested love.