Song in Throat

The wave of a hand,
 passing through,
 The flight of your smile
 Making it's appearance

Secrets. Promises. Vows and half spilled lies.
 Strewn about the traces of a stolen tomorrow.
 Stolen in it's youth, murdered at inception. Before.

Lost my breath.
 can't catch it. Lungs screaming for air.
 Chest tight. hands clenched, pumping up and through.
 Pangs shoot in.

Breathe me back into the life of your story.

Be my fallen eyes' light.

 Sing me through to the refrain at least.
 While secret harmonies pass,
 and highlight mellow tones I can not hear.
 Dissonances espoused.

Sing it into my fragile ears, numbed over some time.
And bring the Song back in.