Bruised…

A bruised mind kept by tranquility,
Rendered a state with a tarnished stroke of your hand,
Whomsoever taunted the light in your eyes?
Your embodied kisses goodnight,
My forehead too far to reach on my own,
Books I read at night alone,
The palms of my hands can’t grip without my fingers,
I’m only adding to the exhibition of yours truly,
Exacerbated by a headstone of grit,
Out at sea lies a pinnacle of my memories of you.