Trace.
Softly over the bruise
that vacancy of trust.
Take what you put there
and knit this fray, a patch.
Unmood that memory
tempus edax.
For this time it's the last
this fracture a trail to trace by heart.
Smile your crimson crescent
Don't give all to madness
Save some for when we need it
Because we will, as I need this.