broken pieces

Broken pieces
Damaged home
Absent shoulder
Selves all alone
I taste the tears
I had for breakfast
Wondering how
This soul will last
Empty table
No conversation
Isolation
Brings selves no joy
Yet as I'm
In my company
This mouth
Begins
To merrily love me
The fuel for life
A Dragons

heat
As I drive home softly
On my feet.
Maybe he's missing
The clock will tick dead
In a tired reflection
I regurgitate
What was never said
The kiss of his laughter
The shade of his ease
When the world was destruction
He led me
To peace