Ruined remnants left in me, bereft of glee, I heft a plea.
Battered, tattered pieces seep, release the grief I need to be.
Once you held me, wants compelled a melding with the skin I felt.
Pores that poured your love dispelled the stores that held misfortune dealt.
Being freed from hopeful queue promoted me to true pursuit.
I prevailed per suiting you, would meet travails in trouper-suit.
I was fed by crest of breath, on breastbone peak did life ascend.
Threshold metered time I spent, a sighing exit meant my end.
Vision scissioned, fission given, schism nixed my simple wish.
Living as your faith-exhibit, finished by a dental squish.
Mourning soon will wane to past, its power keeps my life intact.
Tokens from the time we had are bogus bits I can't extract.