Ruined remnants left in me, bereft of glee, I heft a plea.
Battered, tattered pieces weep beneath the grief I keep to be.
Once you held me, wants compelled a melding with the skin I felt.
Pores that poured your love dispelled the force that fell what fortune dealt.
Vision risen, riven shame, existed on a common plane.
Scission given, sight was blade for splitting schism--grave for pain.
I was fed by crest of breath, an arc aloft on hopeful bend.
Camber soft, my path would wend on sureness curved to joyful end.
Vital air removed by you, despair prepared to be my food.
Spiteful glare could barely do enough to mask what rues exude.
Heart entwined with pulse of mind, respired thoughts kept me alive.
Once your wave resigned, I tried contriving how I might survive.
Sadness soon will wane to past, I pray it stays till I extract
Token from the time we had--a focus holding life intact.