My fingertips. Trace the lines of what was your favorite tattoo.

I relish the memory of you exploring those inked on boundaries.

My heart sinks when it recalls the pain that seeped from the wound of your departure.

The hurt ebbs and flows like the tides on a moonless night.

Darkness shrink wrapped my heart.

Enrobed and encased in black, it absorbs the light others seek to give.

Love and Affection are figments of a forgotten world.

Only knowing. Never again, will I fall for those shiny things.