Blackhole

a little bit of you;
a little bit of me

i look in the mirror
what do i see?

a face transfigured by the ebbs of time;

the numbness of separation,
borrowed affections,
unforgiven betrayals
and lost promises.

if i could dissolve any wrinkle from the fabric of my body,
i would erase the deepest furrow in the depths of my heart
the cavity within which your memory fell
when you pierced my soul
a long time ago.