there's a tremble
to my fingers,
a lost sound that doesn't even echo.
will i keep going
without someone's hand in my own,
someone tugging me through.
there's a crack where hearts rest,
a sound like breaking glass
instead of a heartbeat.
i am so tired. i am worn.
caught up in memories
that are stronger than i am.
do you see me.
do you know the way my heart has broke.
the way i'm still clinging to you,
despite the centuries.
my hands bleed when my fingernails
dig through them,
and yet the wound evaporates
like water,
and how i wish it would stay,
for just another moment,
until my body's as broke
as the rest of me.
i know that isn't okay.
i know i'm not okay.
i miss you.
i'm just your echo,
left here,
a book where all of the words have long
since faded.
ink left not long enough on a page,
before a thumb brushes it aside,
and it smudges.
i am
broken,
your majesty.