You turned red, then blue, and fell out.

I pounded your chest with porcelain fists,

I tried

To restart your heart for the fortieth time.

But I could see that this time you were gone.

I could not get you back again.


Why? Why, why?

Where do you go?


Losing a lover again and again,

Watching you fall away and come back

Is almost more than I can stand.

Faces empty, arms are still.


Porcelain fists, porcelain heart.

The End

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