His hands

Her words
stopped
before they could reach the floor
Halted by the gentle flow of comfort
from his lips

His hands
pressedagainstherheart

As if,
he wanted to hold her
forever
inside his truth

Between the sleepless nights
    and oblivious mornings,
       she slipped into chaos,
    tears threatened to leak
from her bruised heart

"Tell me everything that I want to hear."

And she cries.
She cries.

The words fell apart at the base of her chin,
like the separation of a mother and her children,

                                                 harsh, rough, and jaded remorse

       Her eyes flash with color

                    as memories flow between the

  hitched breaths

                                   caught behind her broken lips

"Is this all we get to be absolute?"

Hands,
    floated between the barriers of skin and emotion,
       passing through the shields she
places
    everything
       behind

"I'm sorry."