a broken heart forms a hard shell
tiny filaments of steel based concrete
that become a chrome blackened hand.
with shade.
a shaded hand.
a shaded hand reaches out and touches hair
but leaves invisible fingers
as hand on shoulder
as fingers in hair
as fingertips on face
in slow landsliding fashion
down each cheek
saying
reminding
thinking of clever quotes
but not too clever.
because the ones she has are already better.
they always were
he just wanted to touch her face
and say something clever
he could say he saw it a mile away
but whatever
invisible fingers
pull back hair and prop up chin
he hopes she deals
he wants
that she deals better
he hopes you feel better.
sweets.
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