You turned red, then blue, and fell out.
I pounded your chest with porcelain fists,
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.