Smiled with what left he had, still trying to not be rude,

Pain in his eyes

Fumbling for words

There as still as he stood.

Blinking away the pearls he tried, an effort to smile again,

His broken heart

The broken him

To heal and join was my main.

Denied and walked away, didn't let me mend his soul,

Little he knew

To fill his gaps

Were pieces of mine that I stole.

- J. Yogi