Lost Again

I know
the sweet aching bite
of too much
too soon
and how it stains between my bones
and sends me falling
primitive
with my brash hopes
trapped outside my chest.
I blame your face -
how it shames your name
and the way
it turns away the world,
pulling the seams of my skin
to Calvary,
blowing my wishes
into yesterday.
Oh, there is such
a dark elegance,
refined and flawed
like damaged water
in your eyes,
and a twist of your smile -
the tragedy of light,
leaves the air vibrating
with something
that forgot to love.