Broken Smiles Stitched

-to glisten your shards, harden to
do one thing only: flatten, deflate, exit, circumvent.

A space of absence now alight, you walked among
the traffic, whistled the thick black of exhaust fumes, as I collected
the dirty floor-spots while drowning in soap.

We’ll wash up on this – this doorstep, step back and re-enter
again and again with white bags, sore arms, broken nails and,
with my most sincere grin, broken smiles stitched back to a
semblance of fragile empty happiness. Tonight, solemn.